Be U: Movement

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Movement

Movement of our body is a wonderful gift we can give to ourselves. It really makes us stronger, keeps us more agile, and helps greatly with our mood.

Most of us are looking for a pill, a quick fix, a fountain of youth when it truly is right here for us to move... Our own bodies... Move them, work them, use them.

I don't think it's that we age that is as much of a detriment to health as it is that we don't 'play' like we did as children. We don't move.

This could be confirmed by comparing young kids in the past and now.   Look at our obesity level in our beautiful and magical children today. The need to move is not as present as it has been in the past to communicate, play, speak, and be with others.

Move.   Move standing in place in front of the TV or to music and just start by marching for 5 minutes. Perhaps, before you know it, it will be 20 minutes or even 40 minutes. To do this outside with nature is a big bonus.

Reach down to your toes and stretch out those hamstrings and lower back. Reach up to the sky. Get to know your body and how it feels to be used in the way our bodies are meant to move.

I have been doing this now for only two weeks and it is remarkable how much stronger, alive and happier moments I have. It truly is the 'pill' we humans can swallow safely and effectively with no adverse side affects unless we do not listen to our bodies and over or under do it.

May you start wherever you are and give yourself one month to just try to move a bit more than you did yesterday. My hope is that you never want to stop.

If you are already moving and exercising.... I know you know what I am talking about.

Move on.... This will truly help us to Move On in our overall best possible way.

May you move a little bit more everyday. Stand in place and march wherever you are. Whoomp there it is. Put music, tv, your breath, or run around with your animals, chase your loved ones, search for beauty.... whatever makes you joyful in doing so.....

May you do what makes you feel joyful and alive.   Move something on your body today! It truly is a remarkable, loving gift for yourself and all those that love you.

And, until you are ready, be loving, easy and gentle on yourself. This is a good news/bad news thing. Only you can move your own body in the way that your body wants to move. Only you can move your body in the way your body wants to move. Are you ready?

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!