Be U: March

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.

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

March

"I like to move it move it." will.i.am

Happy March.

May you march into your best body.

I have three words on the bottom of every email I send out. They are "Breathe. Stretch. Smile."

If you already move your body, you are using your breath and increasing oxygen in your body. I want to believe at some point, you are smiling. Smiling because you are doing something good for You. Smiling because you feel good. Smiling just because you can choose to. I have never heard anyone say they were sorry that they exercised and/or smiled. Go You.

It feels good to stretch our muscles and ligaments when we do it in a way that 'it feels good'.

May you get to know your body and what type of movement feels best to it. Dare I say even has fun with it... Exercise increases our 'happy hormones'.

Whether you've been moving for some time or are just starting out, cross training - doing more than one type of movement/activity - is going to open up your body and make your body its happiest.

If you haven't begun mindfully moving on a regular basis, may I offer to just march in place for five minutes. Often once started, there is a desire to keep going. It is okay if you start with just a few minutes. Your body will thank you. You can reach up to the sky. You can reach down past your toes (shoot for this). You can move side to side. You can move forward a few steps and back a few steps. The bigger the steps, the more energy you will expend. Stay true to what is possible for You. The most important thing is that as you do it today, you do it again and again and again. Keep moving on a regular basis. The regularity of you moving is what will enhance your health, your mood and your energy.

This March, I wish you your kind of movement that brings you more alive; from your head to your toes.

May you get to the point where your whole body vibrates with gratitude and happiness by moving it.

Start where you are and go at your own pace. Honor your body. Just move it through stretching, marching, dancing, yoga, swimming, walking, hiking, weight bearing, etc. Whatever brings you to feeling alive through strengthening and loving your body.. do that. Start small. Keep going.

May you surprise yourself as you move into the joy of movement. Oh, it feels so good. If it does not, perhaps, you are too hard on yourself and you just may be in your mind more than you are in your body. Listen to your body. It will talk to you. It will guide you.

I wish you the joy of being in your body and moving it on a continuous and steady journey forward.

May you 'march' on.

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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'!