Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Fighting a cold

I'm up at 5:14 a.m. regardless of what the time at the end of this blog entry will lead you to believe.  I need to fix the settings.  My mind is most alert early in the morning.  I used to get up at 4:00 or 5:00 to study in college before my 8:00 Latin class.  I tried to be mindful of my roommate by leaving the dorm room and studying in the hallway

The second day of a cold or whatever this is, I woke up drenched in sweat.  Just thinking about coughing is making me cough.  The mind is amazing.  Wow, I coughed as I typed the word coughed.

I'm letting a throat lozenge dissolve in my mouth while I listen to 90s music.  "Unpretty" by TLC is playing.  I love this song, especially the guitar solo at the end.  I love how the song portrays a positive message about body image.  Regardless of what the media, superficial people, or other influences would have us believe, we are beautiful as we are.

I deviate because I wanted to blog about my cold.  I have been doing the following to keep my symptoms at bay: drinking more water than usual (more than 4 bottles a day), sipping on orange juice, dissolving Emergen-C packets in half a water bottle, taking Mucinex D, throat lozenges, eating chicken soup and yogurt even when I don't feel like eating.  Oh yeah, and Aleve for body aches.  All in all I'm doing fine.

I once heard somebody say that the secret to success is doing what you're supposed to do when you're supposed to be doing it.

Now "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins is playing.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Rockabye, rockabye,
Everything's gonna be all right,
Rockabye, rockabye.

This seems like an appropriate ending for my blog entry.  This song always makes me feel better.  I will add that to my daily regimen until I get over this cold.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Schoolhouse of the Owls

I have yet to see an owl enter or exit this building.  My dad used to tell me that owls attended school here.

If you've ever driven from Pampa to Perryton on Highway 83, you have seen this shed.  Having lived the first five years of my life on a ranch, I passed this building regularly on my bus ride to and from school.  Also, if my parents and I ever went into town, I would always anxiously await to see the schoolhouse of the owls.

Dad also told me that he purchased me at Waterhole 83, a gas station in Perryton.  Out of three babies for sale on the shelf, he chose me.  Hmm.

I still look for owls when I drive by La Escuela de los Tecolotes.

Friday, February 14, 2014

My formula for happiness is complicated

Life is a series of choices we make day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, and second by second.

Sometimes I make choices that I know will result in negative consequences.  I wish I weren’t human.

Happiness used to be an elusive concept for me.  I didn’t understand how people could just choose to be happy.  For me, choosing to be happy entails my making a series of choices that contribute to my well-being.  Just being happy is still somewhat complicated, and when I’m tired, it’s easy to make poor choices that will guarantee me moments of agony.
Last night, for example, I ate a mountain of sugar knowing that while it would make me momentarily happy, it would also make me feel miserable the next day. 

I knew I shouldn’t have eaten two bowls of sugar-laden butter pecan ice cream last night covered with sugar-laden chocolate syrup from Braum’s.  I went to bed and awoke after two hours to find myself drenched in sweat.  I changed into different pajamas and went to bed.
This morning when I awoke, my whole body ached.  I have an endocrine disorder that requires me to be vigilant of what I eat and to exercise.  Doctor, if you ever read this, know that I don’t normally give into my cravings for unhealthy food.

My mother has diabetes, and I hope the same fate does not await me.  I want to at least be able to say that I tried to stave off diabetes by eating healthily and making good choices in my youth.
In order for me to feel all right,

I have to choose to drink tons of water.
I have to choose to listen to positive music and to positive messages (Ted talks, anyone?  Thanks, Jorge).

I have to choose to pray and read positive literature.
I have to choose to eat fruits, vegetables, whole-grain foods, etc.

I have to choose to limit my intake of ice cream, cake, brownies, and other sweets.

I have to choose to change my distorted thinking if I can identify it in the first place.

I once heard a health guru say that you have to have enough self-love to make good choices.

I have to choose to exercise, get exposure to sunlight, breathe deeply, let things go, get adequate amounts of sleep, alleviate stress in healthy ways, enjoy the everyday beauty around me, cultivate my relationships, and take my fish oil, probiotics, vitamins, and meds. 

Also, I have a tendency to over-analyze.  Sometimes I just have to tell my brain to stop analyzing.  Of course it usually doesn’t.

My favorite song by the Beatles is “Let it Be.”  What a good message when I can’t let things go.

So be happy?  Okay, I’ll try.  Let me just make the choices I have listed above.