I was moved beyond tears the other day when I called to check on a business colleague and friend. Called her a couple of times over the past 4-5 weeks, but didn't get any response. Not like her at all.
She answered this call. Stephanie first apologized for not returning my calls and then went on to say that she had been so terribly sick....her cancer returned. She's lost all of her beautiful hair again and seemed more angry than sad. I was a mess for the rest of the day. It's unfair that good people suffer. But, Stephanie has always been a trooper. She clenches the hugest fistful of courage I've ever witnessed. This one phone call exchange lit the fire in me.
Friends, please....don't take it for granted that you're safe from anything. Don't listen to the "rules" about the appropriate age to get cancer screened. Be proactive about your health. Get a mammogram; visit your GYN regularly.
This month, I'm asking you to help us, help others. We've chosen 3 cancer organizations to donate 15% of your purchases to:
Breast Cancer Research Foundation
Ovarian Cancer Research Fund
Cancer Research Institute
How were they chosen? Our research shows that at least 80 - 90% of all donations they receive go to fund research, education and awareness. So many other organizations spend 80% on themselves and publicity and only 20% goes to "the cure" .
You'll feel better too. Our thanks for your support.
Well, warmth is finally here and this mid section mound in between my boobs and thighs (no doublt filled with post-yummy desserts & snacks) just won't deflate. I've been trying with a great deal of sensible effort to lose this extra belly fat before it was picture taking time. I confess....I've been a bit agitated about having to bare arms (and legs, and full body parts). I committed to the resurgence of early mornning power walks and advanced workout classes to jump start these fat cells into shape. Frustratingly (is that even a word?), nothing I've tried has worked. Until 2 days ago.....
I must be living in a cocoon, because I'd never heard of the red wine vinegar boost for weight loss. I'm never a fan of these "lose 100 pounds in one day" type gimmicks. But, I thought I'd give it a try.
So, I'm pleased to report to the world and to others struggling with the same challenges, I've lost 2 pounds in 2 days. The belly fat has been significantly reduced and my appetite has taken a dive. I'm still eating healthy though...oatmeal, fruits, veggies and protein throughout the day - just not as much. All is takes (first thing in the morning) is: 2 tablespoons of red wine vinegar, 1 teaspoon of honey and a little warm water to mix.
My research tells me that red wine vinegar is actually healthy for you, especially if you have diabetic symptoms. It's been known to lower blood pressure, cholesterol levels and even the great Dr. Oz recommends it. It's natural, not harmful and works. I'm hooked.
See you at the beach (I'll be the one with the fierce 2-piece swimsuit on).
Yup, today's the 4th of July...Independence Day. I think we all know what this day historically represents to the nation, but what does it mean for you?
It was a tough question I awoke with this morning. Mmm..independence, freedom.
In order to really get clarity on that concept, I had to think of the contrary word. FEAR. Wow.
Clearly there are still fears that take my breath away. Fears that stomp my creativity and crush my ability to move up to that next level, where in my mind's eye - I'm always smiling, blissfully happy and making more money than I know what to do with.
I'll bet my bottom dollar that I'm not alone here, right?
So, what if today, we all vow to be free. I mean totally emancipated from at least 1 thought that's kept us paralyzed...stuck in the moment....unable to grab that damn dream. No more will we fantasize about what we want while making excuses for why it won't work.
Today will be my own Independence Day. All day, I'll silently chant that I am NOT my circumstances. I am NOT my frizzy hair. I am NOT my enlarged caboose (butt)...I am NOT afraid. Today I am free. Happy Independence Day to you too.
I can't tell you how many times I've been late to an event or date simply because I hated my outfit or couldn't style my hair perfectly. Nothing seemed to work...the slacks weren't fitting right...the top was blah...the jewelry looked trashy...the shoes weren't working. My hair just wouldn't fall properly...the curls wouldn't twist like I wanted them to...the ends seemed dry... no amount of hair goop could make my edges smooth and lay flat. You know the drill.
Funny thing is, my hair looked the same yesterday and the clothing...well... I'd matched up that same outfit before. Ok...time for a mental readjustment. Sometimes I just need to slap myself and realize that THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.
The clothes and the hair don't make me. The most expensive Jimmy Choo's don't define how smart I am. The freshly brushed highlights in my hair won't help me win a deal. The pencil skirt I nabbed at Bloomingdale's wasn't going to give me the inner joy I needed to happy or to be a blessing to someone else that day.
Who cares that I have a curling iron burn on the side of my head or that my teeth aren't straight or that I have a few corns on my toes. Yes, I have flaws and I am the proud treasurer of the national Imperfection Club where there are millions of members. Today, though I'll release a genuine smile, look in the mirror and love what I see and embrace everything about me. Gee...I feel better already!
As I sat and thought about the women who have earned the right to be a part of Women’s Herstory Month, I think of our sister friends that have overcome the odds and just seem to eek out courage, perseverance and dignity…the stuff we all admire.
I think of Vanessa Williams.
You remember that this fresh bubble of talent won the Miss America pageant back in 1983. A few months later, the bubble burst and Vanessa was drowning in a nasty sea of scandalous spit.
Was that the last time you heard from her? Heck no. Vanessa picked herself up, forgave herself for posing nude, regained her composure and remembered that she had work to do.
Her talents may not be the same as yours or mine, but we all have them. Not using what you have is the real crime. So, figure out what you do well and make it work for you as well as folks who need what you have…you know those who’ll appreciate what you bring to the pool party.
Now Vanessa is a desperate housewife, has won an Emmy, Tony and a Grammy. I’m celebrating her today. Not when she’s gone. She’s my heroine and oh, she sleeps on Neero & Ana’s satin pillowcases.
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