Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sigh. Major cheat on this. Only ate half though and all the toppings to make myself feel better. Time for some arm, abs, and cardio now.

Sigh. Major cheat on this. Only ate half though and all the toppings to make myself feel better. Time for some arm, abs, and cardio now.

Monday, May 28, 2012
Mission Peak. My legs are killin!! Gona do some ab work to make up for my binge at DnBs :P

Mission Peak. My legs are killin!! Gona do some ab work to make up for my binge at DnBs :P

Starting Hawaiian fit body mission now.

Starting Hawaiian fit body mission now.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Valentine’s Radiation

As much as I could pretend this is a regular Tuesday, it felt quite impossible when one of our patients walked into the door today. For HIPPA purposes, I’ll say her name was Martha. Martha was a middle-aged, working woman who could only make appointments after 5:00 PM. In her first two appointments I remembered how pleasant she was. She always said hello, apologized if she was a minute late, and remembered to thank me and the doctor after every visit. Martha usually showed up in sweats, as if she had just finished running errands or just was tired of wearing her work clothes all day. Glasses on, hair tied back, and minimal to no make up. She was here for an eye exam, where the only people that really care are the ones who look into your eyes, and make sure you’re seeing life clearly out of them. No judgements.

But today, was no ordinary follow up for her. Martha strut through the door, heels clicking, nails DID. She looked like one of those women who had a make over on TLC, except she still looked like her self. This woman had her hair down, mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss flossin dude. A red dress hugged her curves in the right places, but was still modest, of course. She came up to the counter and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!” We all complimented how great/sexy she looked today haha. She thanked us, and joked, “Well I hate to ask what I look like before!” 

Today was Martha’s favorite holiday. She loved that it was about love. I didn’t have a chance to ask her why, but in the end, I didn’t really need an explanation. I should have known. It’s about remembering what love is, and that its not just between couples. We need to remember to love ourselves by waking up in the morning and dressing to impress even if you feel shitty inside. And when you go out into the world, to greet and thank strangers. Martha showed me that even if you may not have plans today, there is no one that can stop you from being kind and generous, not to mention looking fabulous. Her demeanor and happiness blew me away today. That is how someone on Valentine’s day, or any day for that matter, should act.

Be beautiful person that radiates confidence and love. Thank you, Martha. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012
wideeyedoptimist:

“Science investigates; religion interprets. Science gives man knowledge, which is power; religion gives man wisdom, which is control. Science deals mainly with facts; religion deals mainly with values. The two are not rivals.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

wideeyedoptimist:

“Science investigates; religion interprets. Science gives man knowledge, which is power; religion gives man wisdom, which is control. Science deals mainly with facts; religion deals mainly with values. The two are not rivals.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

(Source: angielovesowls)

Monday, February 13, 2012
Weeeeoooo improvement!!!

Weeeeoooo improvement!!!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The contemplative secret is to learn to live in the now. The now is not as empty as it might appear to be or that we fear it may be. Try to realize that everything is right here, right now. When we’re doing life right, it means nothing more than it is right now, because God is in this moment in a non-blaming way. When we are able to experience that, taste it and enjoy it, we don’t need to hold on to it. The next moment will have its own taste and enjoyment.

Because our moments are not tasted or full or real or in the Presence, we are never full. We create artificial fullness and try to hang on to that. But there’s nothing to hold on to when we begin to taste the fullness of the now. God is either in this now or God isn’t at all. This moment is as perfect as it can be.

Richard Rohr, “Everything Belongs” (via wordslessspoken)
Thursday, February 9, 2012
If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to.
If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.
Lao Tzu #quote (via elicitprana)
Saturday, February 4, 2012

wordslessspoken:

The real measure of maturity isn’t knowledge or skill. It is kindness.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

How does one transition from the survival dance to the sacred dance? Let me tell you how it starts. Did you know the first half of life has to fail you? In fact, if you do not recognize an eventual and necessary dissatisfaction (in the form of sadness, restlessness, emptiness, intellectual conflict, spiritual boredom, even loss of faith, etc.), you will not move on to maturity. You see, faith really is about moving outside your comfort zone, trusting God’s lead, instead of just forever shoring up home base. Too often early religious “conditioning” largely substitutes for any real faith.

Usually, without growth being forced on us, few of us go willingly on the spiritual journey. Why would we? The rug has to be pulled out from beneath our game, so we redefine what balance really is. More than anything else, this falling/rising cycle is what moves us into the second half of our own lives. There is a “necessary suffering” to human life, and if we avoid its cycles we remain immature forever. It can take the form of failed relationships, facing our own shadow self, conflicts and contradictions, disappointments, moral lapses, or depression in any number of forms.

All of these have the potential to either edge us forward in life or to dig in our heels even deeper, producing narcissistic and adolescent responses that everybody can see except ourselves. We either “fall upward,” or we just keep falling.

Richard Rohr, “Loving the Two Halves of Life” (via wordslessspoken)