Monday, November 7, 2011

The day after migraine outing....

Ok, so those of us who have migraines know there are three things that trigger them (1) food, (2) stress, and (3) hormone fluctuations.  I had been fighting at migraine all week last week, and after Tuesday night yoga, I thought I had dodged the bullet.  Wednesday, no headache.  Then Thursday, bam, right in the forehead, and it got worse as the day progressed, so I ended up leaving work around 3PM and spent all day Friday in bed.  

Now, those of us with migraines, also know that most of us get fair warning when we are about to have them.  For me, it's the smell of smoke from burning leaves, don't ask me why 'cause I do not know! All last week, that's all I smelled, and Saturday the smell left, but promptly returned Sunday, and so yet again I'm smelling burning leaves and have a nagging headache.

Most of us with migraines, also know that food - the site, the smell, is nauseating, so most of us don't eat while we are migraining (my new word!).  So Saturday, when I woke up with no migraine, no burning leaves, I decided to go with my family to see my sister and brother-in-law on the coast.  Needless to say, I had two days forth of eating to catch up on, so when we went to lunch, Logan's by the way, I had a plate full of food and ate every bit of it, plus about 4 rolls.  Then we shopped 'til my mother was about to drop, and we stopped for ice cream.  I had the lady give me a double scoop of sherbet on a waffle cone - darn skippy!  

My brother-in-law has never seen me eat as much as I did Saturday, and was so infatuated with the fact I could put so much food away, that every time I looked up, he was videoing or taking a picture of me eating.  ROFLMBO!

Needless to say, by the end of the day I was dealing with carb and sugar overload, and my body wasn't happy AT ALL!  And I'll admit, I felt GUILTY, but after a day and a half without eating much, if anything, I was going into starvation mode - or so that was my excuse.

I'm not sure why I am still smelling burning leaves, other than the stress is still sitting on my shoulders, so I'm off to see the chiropractor, to let him undo the stress and my goal for the week, to not let anything get to me.  I can't handle migraines anymore.  The older I get, the worse they become, if that is even possible.

This weeks mantra: "I will not stress and I will not get a migraine!"

Peace out....

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Yoga strikes again...

Savasana or corpse pose, is the last pose after one has given their all on the mat.

I tend to leave a great deal of baggage on my mat, almost as much as I do on the altar at church.

My mat, and yes it's MY mat, and should something ever happen and I am no longer able to practice, I will burn my mat to keep it from 'talking', smile.

My past haunts me daily, no matter how much I give it to God, or say I've left it on the mat, I always manage to pick it up on my way out the door (of the church or the yoga studio).

However, I find that when Tammy starts our yoga practice, something always finds it way to the surface and I spend half of my time fighting tears or half of my time sniffling because I can't control the tears.  I know it is annoying for others to hear someone sniffling when they are trying to concentrate on their practice and I work very hard not to sniffle, but I'm no good at hiding my emotions.  I only hope they think I have a cold, after all, it is that time of the year, smile.

Back to Savansana, it's a time for silence, for listening, but if one watches me, I'm moving some part of my body, it's very subtle, but I can't lay still and I can't stand the silence.  In the silence my past finds me and I can't change it, nor deal with it, so I keep moving.

Tuesday night, as we lay there, Tammy instructed us, as she always does, to be still, relax, listen to the breath, and you know what I was thinking about - getting a hamburger after class because I was too tired to cook when I got home; a friend and the situation she's found herself in; how I didn't want a migraine, as my body was working on conjuring one up; and lastly, I hate this pose, how am I suppose to be still with all these thoughts running through my head.

Now, after a yoga class I eat healthy, I mean, I've just sweat off about 10 lbs, so I'm not putting it back in my mouth, so why in the world was I thinking about a freakin' hamburger?  My minds way of protecting me from the baggage that lays in-wait for me to 'be silent in my semi-stillness.'

Tammy would probably make be pay for those thoughts, so I'm not tagging her (laugh).

I feel like I've embarked on this journey and I have no control (and Melissa doesn't like no control - I am the definition of a control freak!).  I'm not sure where I'm going, where I'm being lead, and part of me wants to fight it, and part of me is tired of fighting the demons and is ready to follow.

Now if only the tears would stop....

God bless and Namaste!
As promised, a picture of the wedding cake that almost caused me to go to drinking, grin.  It was very pretty and fun to work with. Next time, no way will I take a wedding cake order a week and a half before the wedding day.

This was my one, and only, good deed for bride and grooms (yeah we know I'm lying, but work with me here, laugh).

I hope the happy couple lives happily ever after....