For some reason I woke up at 5am this morning, my mind was working overtime and I’m excited for this day’s events. I am doing a “Reconnection” based on the work of Dr Eric Pearl’s book , The Reconnection, Heal Others, Heal Yourself. He’s a wonderful well known healer and it is being conducted by one of his trained practitioners, Leilani Lee, Holistic Health Practitioner in CranioSacral & Viceral Manipulation in San Diego who I have her permission to write about here. I’ve known her since I was 18 and she has always been a gift in my life and has been doing work along these lines for 25+ years. It has to do with reconnecting the strings and strands of my DNA… yes I know, read the book! She is helping me unblock/free up areas and adhesions in my body from a c-section, 1983 car accident and my current six year adventure with herniations, chronic sciatica & annular tears. Continue reading →
Sorry to be out of touch. My husband and I are back in the home I have loved and cherished since 1987. I have a bad back and can no longer handle the altitude or Colorado dryness. We are packing up all our memories and moving to CA where we have been living for the past three years and where I physically just feel better.
Below is from a FB post on a private diet site that I thought I’d share with you. I have deleted the pictures and correct names to protect the innocent weight releasers who share their personal journeys there. My weight loss testimonial on there is the reason I began this blog in the first place. Below is a recent post and the responses to it. I will be writing intermittently as I have a month to deal with the lifetime of stuff two people in their fifties and sixties accumulate. Reminds me of George Carlins awesome comedy bit on people’s stuff! I am a Stuff person!!!
“Got back to Colorado and went to try on my “before kids” jeans and they fit better then they did when I was wearing them in 1987. Are they in style? I think not! Time to kiss them goodbye. Thanks M… never thought I’d make it here ever again. Keep up the good work everyone, you’re worth it!!!”
Patti Stern Crossland Ross a bizarre feeling & surreal! R bought 33 sized pants down from a 38… woo hoo! I’ve never seen him like this. I have a new date
18 hours ago ·
Wow, congrats to both of you. Always nice to have a new date! LOL Can’t believe I’m not the only person in the world to have a pair of 80
13 hours ago ·
Woops, 80′s jeans in my closet, pre kids. I plan on saving mine forever and trying them on once in a while to make sure they still fit and smile!!!! I can almost wear them again! Although they are way out of style as you say. Mine even have tight legs and zippers up the side by the ankle. OMG can’t believe I wore them. haha I really and honestly can’t believe there is someone else out there who hung on to something like that. hahahaha
Yeah, I know I’m a white chick from the North Shore of Chicago, but my early development from age three to eight was largely shaped by my African American “second” Mom. Anna Mae, at 275 pounds, was an imposing, strong woman that I felt shielded me from the relentless teasing from older brothers. She left her own children in Gary Indiana to come for five days and nights to manage us and our household. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to leave your own kids for so many days at a time to care for someone else’s. Continue reading →
Wow what a day this has been. I shared my weight loss testimonial on a national conference call this morning. I went public and read one of my first blogs on www.lbsgainedandlost.com. I am up and running thanks to Courtney, my “oh so wise web woman”. I still have a ways to go to get this blog to my liking but again, “Anything worth doing, is worth doing poorly at first”. So shut up and chill… my perfectionistic and cruel mind of mine. Continue reading →
Ha, there, I said it. I am among the elite group in life that flunked first grade. I said in another blog that my birthday fell oddly on the calendar where I could be in kindergarten or first grade so they put me in first grade as I had already gone to kindergarten. My mom was carrying me into Mrs Olson’s first grade class kicking, screaming and crying “I don’t want to go, please mommy, I won’t do it!” Continue reading →
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