Here’s Why You REALLY Hold Onto That Weight Welcome to Part 6 of About That Weight Loss – the GRAND FINALE! Yay! In Parts 1 and 2, I shared some of my own life-long struggle with weight loss and dysmorphic body image, in Part 3 I talked about how my self-loathing started to shift, and in Part 4 we looked at several reasons that […]
Also? St. Brigid's Day, Candlemas, Groundhog Day, and probably a whole swack of other celebrations designed to lift our eyes to the light in the dark time of the solar cycle (in the north). It's one of my favourite days of the year!
And so it ends. *coughcough*
All that drama and brouhaha about that Filing Cabinet and the big challenge from my new Coach and the Unconscious Mind conversation [See it Here] and I *finally* went with my husband to check out a floor model at a furniture shop in the city.
At my luxury retreat at Ste. Anne's Spa last weekend I delivered a rant something along these lines to the women attending:
"What the f**k is wrong with us?!
So… if you saw the filing cabinet post, I am clearly hitting up against a *furniture edge* (like, who even knew that those existed!) and the butterflies and weirdness has to stop because I promised my Coach that I wouldn't sink into self-sabotage and not receiving. And a deal is a deal.
All day last Tuesday I was working on the manuals for my luxury retreat at Ste. Anne’s (http://www.sacredphysicality.com/ste-annes) for this weekend past and I got them to this point where they were… almost ready. I knew that there was something else that needed to happen so I decided to sleep on it.
I made a huge mistake!
I listened to my husband.
Here's how it all went down:
What does it mean to be depressed? Is it okay?
I'll be honest, my heart has been raked open by the hurt and depression that I've encountered this holiday season. Never before have I felt the rawness that is all around me in such an overwhelming way. It doesn’t seem to matter which direction I face, depression is looking back at me from the eyes of my friends, clients, and even my own family.
There is a cycle that many of us fall into that I believe is officially called Repress-Express, but that I affectionately refer to as Repress-Explode, or Doormat-Raging Queen.
In Doormat mode, we take it, we don’t say ‘Boo!’ to anyone about anything and we just ‘take it’. When people irritate us, we are polite. When our boundaries are crossed, we are polite. When our dreams are disrespected, we are polite.