Thursday, June 14, 2012

I want a bite of...No Food for Days. Juice Fast!

I cannot help but be inspired by the excitement of another. If someone speaks with visible enthusiasm, I find myself immediately engaged! As long as their is excitement in their voice, I will listen. One of the things that makes me happiest in life is listening to someone, anyone, speak with passion about a hobby or interest in life. I love the sparkle and zeal that is seen in the eyes of someone who is committed and inspired. It is incredibly contagious.

Recently, I found myself listening to a woman who spoke with great passion about juice fasting. I had revealed to her that I often suffer from bloating when returning home from my travels and she said she had the "perfect solution". A cleansing program that involved drinking only a lemonade mix for days. Yikes! I would have never even considered had it not been for her excitement. And so, I thought, why not?

I felt a little strange walking up to the check out counter in the grocery store with only lemons, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper in my basket. With sheepish eyes, I avoided looking at the customers around me. When the clerk asked me how I was doing, I replied with enthusiasm that I was doing great. It was the beginning of day one.

Three days later I was exhausted and irritable. I had tried to live my "normal" life by attending work out classes and working normal hours. Obviously my social life was affected as I couldn't meet friends for coffee, drinks, or dinner. This was definitely the hardest part of the fast for me as food is so closely tied to socializing. The same grocery clerk from three days prior certainly didn't find my interaction with her nearly as cheery on day three. My body felt weak and my mind was not as clear.

Although the original fast requires a ten day commitment, I gave it three solid days. Three days was enough. I have to admit that I felt better by day four, but perhaps that was because I knew food was in my near future.

I will never again participate in the lemonade fast. Did it relieve my bloating? Absolutely! However, that is what I would expect to have happen when not eating for days. Was I happy to have tried it? Absolutely! I never regret trying new things and learning more about myself along the way.

If I do a juice fast again, it would be one involving delicious smoothies like those made by the wonderful Mexican woman in the photograph below. Delicious!






Thursday, March 8, 2012

I want a bite of....moving past the sadness


Notes from 30,000 feet 

As we descend from amongst the clouds and I see the snow frosted peaks cascading into the blanket of barren brown land below, my heart is made heavy. I want it back.

He was killed descending into a mountainous land. His plane crashed and burst into flames. A million pieces scattered on the dry land below. A million pieces of my heart broken. A million smiles and moments of laughter lost.

There is no going back. I must move forward.

Be courageous little girl. You are a grown woman now. You have opportunities and love and life to be lived out. Move those heavy feet and tired soul, you will be renewed. You will find the strength to move on when you take that first step.

The plane lands and I reluctantly step out onto the brown soil below. A new day. A new beginning. Another chance at life. Another opportunity for smiles and laughter and new love.






I wrote this during a ski vacation this year. As the plane descended my mind was bombarded with the memories of losing Mark, my husband, in a plane crash almost 5 years ago. However, I was also reminded of the positive memories we shared.


I have recently published my memoir and it is for sale on Amazon and on Create Space. It is called Young Widow: A Memoir and I hope it helps others who are grieving.



https://www.createspace.com/3633178   
http://www.amazon.com/Young-Widow-Sarah-E-Wauterlek/dp/0615543367

Monday, February 20, 2012

I want a bite of....riding on a motorized scooter in a foreign land

I recently found myself traveling through India with a few other women. For our first full day in Goa, we had hired a taxi to take us from our luxurious hotel high in the hills to one of the beautiful beaches below.  The roads were bustling with other cars, trucks, pedestrians, animals, scooters, and bikes. We swerved as our driver avoided the many obstacles that presented themselves. With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I enjoyed the ride and observing all that we passed. At one point we rode next to a young woman on a scooter, I watched her hair blow gently in the wind and envisioned myself as her. I turned and told the other women with me that I wanted to ride a scooter. I was determined to make that happen and I did. Fast forward to later that afternoon and I was riding on the back of a scooter with a new friend. I hardly knew this guy and yet when he said he had a scooter I asked without hesitation if I could ride on it with him. The gentle Goan breeze flowed through my hair as I grasped the back of the bike with a smile on my face. Every bump in the road was felt and as we bounced over them jolting our bodies. I caught sight of a purple scooter and remembered the last time I drove a motorized bike in a foreign place. I was traveling in Amsterdam during Queens Day two years ago and met a dutch male model at one of the outdoor concerts in the streets. He was completely obnoxious which actually made him very entertaining to be around. He owned a pastel purple vespa and after making fun of him for it, I had asked if I could drive it. He obliged and as I drove through the streets of Amsterdam I smiled thinking how funny it was that I was on a vespa with a male model in Europe. It was something I couldn't have dreamed up and now, here I was,  on another scooter in another foreign place. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Fully and completely content in the moment. Was it dangerous? perhaps. Unwise? perhaps. Completely worth it? absolutely. 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Obsession with Beauty


A thought I had today is what if we, who live in this culture obsessed with physical appearance, put even half the effort that we put into our endless work towards self beauty into the beautification of others, we would find more beauty within and ultimately contentment with ourselves.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

I want a bite of...california living

I am a midwest girl who moved a few years ago to experience life on the west coast. It has been one of the best decisions in life that I have ever made and definitely the most entertaining one.

Only in LA....do you have a build your own taco party and at the end of the evening all of the meat and veggies have been devoured and all of the tortillas and other carbs remain untouched.

Only in LA....do you see a dog wearing sunglasses and a fashionable vest and everyone acts as if this is normal. Also to be noted, the dog has a publicist.

Only in LA...do you go to yoga and have your yoga instructor begin class by saying, "I'd like to welcome you to your bodies".

Only in LA...can you see more men than women in skinny jeans.

Only in LA...can you walk out your door confidently knowing that no matter what you are wearing (or not wearing), no one will bat an eye.

Only in LA...does it seem like a good idea to pay $80 for a ratty looking t-shirt.

Only in LA...can you walk down a street in the middle of the day being blinded by the light reflecting off of the shiny, plastic noses, breasts, and cheeks on the faces you pass.

Only in LA...

Monday, September 26, 2011

I Want a Bite of...Intimacy with Dignity

Intimacy. Meaning. Faith. Destiny.

Intimacy:

I will require that I am treated a certain way with dignity and respect. And I will act in the same manner towards you. It is for the benefit of not only both of us, but for all of those that we encounter. For if we allow ourselves to be treated poorly, or if we treat others that way, we decrease our capabilities in life. Our capabilities are only increased through the intimacy found in relationships that encourage, support, and challenge.