Starting the Dialogue with your Aging Parents: Are you Hungry?

Starting the Dialogue with your Aging Parents: Are you Hungry?.

Once again, Laura shares important information with her readers that bears repeating whenever and wherever possible.  Please take a look and pass it on.

When I think about the abundance of food that the world has to offer only to have it be unavailable to those who truly need it, it boggles my mind.  The only way to make sure that everyone is fed is to make the effort, however small, to help whomever we can.

There Ain’t No Warning Labels for Crazy

Warning labels

Warning labels (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Warning: Crazy.

I have been saying wow to myself a bit more than usual tonight. Wow for the man who rescued those poor women from a decade of torture, and then refused a reward.  Wow to the people out there who are actually criticizing him.

And when I read this post just now Warning: Crazy., about the labels that don’t come with the mentally ill, again, wow.  So beautifully written, I just wanted to cry for the author and her brother.  We all need to open our eyes a little wider because it mental illness can happen to anyone, to any degree, and none of it is funny for the persons suffering and the people who love them.  I’m sure I’ve done my share of ignorant snickering, so I will make every effort to open my eyes and remember to treat people the way I would like to be treated.  Some very cool guy said that a few thousand years ago and it’s still the strongest truth I know.

On to my next book – Fat School Graduate? or Drop Out?

Now that I am an established author (smirk), it’s time to look forward to my next book.  My initial intention was to write a YA book about childhood obesity and the struggle to fit in.  I think that book is still in me somewhere, but I have not felt ready for it lately.

I have always wanted to chronicle my life fighting obesity, and food addiction, but without a happy resolution to date, I’m not sure I can pull it off.   

I think it’s time to explore my struggles in more detail, but only with a real, non-fictional happy ending, a triumph over my daily struggle to fight the urge to clean my plate and get another, to empty that box of Oreo’s once a single sleeve is ripped opened.  

At the very least, writing about the daily pain, discipline, temptations and frustrations  may help me as I fight to cope in positive ways with something that has been with me since I can remember, with very few breaks.

I know so many people, especially women, who have gone through similar struggles.  And it’s not just feeling physically ‘yucky’ and unhealthy when your body isn’t right, it’s the lack of energy, the depression, the clothes that don’t fit right and display every flaw for the world to see.  The perpetual sweat and the feeling that everyone is looking at you differently.  I know from being thin, and being morbidly obese, and being several sizes in between, that not only do people treat you differently based on size and girth, but you treat yourself differently.  And my Italian American heritage, the abbondanza, doesn’t help a bit either.

English: a Oreo cookie broken in half with a s...

English: a Oreo cookie broken in half with a stack of Oreo cookies in the background. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’m imagining this next work as not so much a how to as much as a how did I get here, and what, if any, answers are out there that can help others.  I want to create a positive book that you will want to read, want to use to understand yourself or someone you care about.  And it has to make us laugh, because without humor, what’s the point?

Would love to know what others think about this.

And no worries.  The Girl from the Hill is not dropping off my radar anytime soon.  The real Girl is actually pretty happy about the whole thing, if not a little overwhelmed.  A lot of people have pre-ordered and requested signed copies by her vs. me, which is wonderful.  I think we have to take our show on the road – the Summer of the Girl, here we come!

A Saturday in the Life

 

Symbol of Confusion

Symbol of Confusion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Visiting with the Crow and Big Al yesterday, I once again found myself swirling in a pool of confusion.  A humorous pool of confusion, which kind of makes it bearable.

Let’s start with Big Al’s prescription filling service.  I find it easiest if I drop my father’s empty prescription bottles off at the pharmacy and then go pick them up next time I’m by there, usually the next day, or if urgent, I’ll go back in an hour and get them.

My father would rather call them in himself, which is fine, but he assumes that when he calls them in I am alerted somehow to the time they will be ready, which he does not indicate to the Pharmacist, by the way, and that I will automatically pick them up when he needs them, which he also does not indicate until I’m getting ready to leave for home. 

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Pearls of Wisdom – Starting the Dialogue with your Aging Parents: Subject Gratitude

The Beauty of Old Age

The Beauty of Old Age (Photo credit: VinothChandar)

Starting the Dialogue with your Aging Parents: Subject Gratitude.

Anyone with aging parents or other family members will get a great deal of support information from the Starting the Dialogue Blog (hey that rhymes).  Anyway, the point is – keeping people positive and grateful is important regardless of age, but age has its ways of trying to squelch the positive and replace it with an aching back, wrinkled skin and sore hips.

I highly recommend this advice as I found it challenging to keep my parents from getting depressed and pessimistic when they were not well recently.  And the affect it had on me was that I too, was getting pretty negative, critical, anxious and depressed.   But positive energy and attitude can conquer all, that’s my firm belief.  Not always EASY, but definitely worth the effort.

Thanks Laura!

Surrender

Autumn Surrender

Autumn Surrender (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

Surrender.

Debra’s blogpost hits home in so many ways. She is such a wonderful writer, with words that penetrate my heart and soul.

On the surface she blogs about a back injury. Underneath, it’s about living in the moment, even if that moment sucks, in order to break on through to the other side, so to speak.

And it’s about compassion not just for others, but for yourself. Yes YOU. So many of us are so hard on ourselves, and have unattainable expectations for ourselves. Guess what? Sometimes its okay to say I’m afraid, in pain and not in a good place. Sometimes that’s the only way to get out of that place at all. Surrender is, in her words…

having compassion for myself the same as I would have for anyone else…

Sounds easy, but I know so many people who are suffering right now, and while they are going through bad times are beating themselves and berating themselves. Why does this have to happen to me? What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong? I should have known better. Work/School/Life/Love (pick one) is always going to be miserable for me because of me.

I do it myself.

My wish is for all the people I love to find a way to surrender to the pain, and while living through it remember that they didn’t cause the pain. My prayer is that they move away from the pain and towards happiness.