Thursday, April 18, 2013

Restoring compassion


My daughter rushed to me about 5 am this morning and just wanted to be near me.  After a few minutes, for no apparent reason, she began to cry.  She usually says she's had a bad dream, or that she needs water, but not this morning.  She just cried (soft little, quiet tears), and so i held her and assured her that if she was sad about something, then it's ok to let it out, and she could tell me.  Of course, my brain is racing, wondering what could possibly be making her sad?  She is usually so very bubbly and happy.  I held back my own tears and just listened to her quietly cry, as she squeezed my hand and fell back to sleep.  


Last night, I had to explain to my sweet baby that one of her best friend's and his family are very sad right now.  After hanging up from a phone call I received from his mom, she asked, "mommy, why are you sad?"  It's difficult to explain to a three year old that you're crying someone else's tears.  But, I came up with the best I could.  I explained that they are having to say goodbye to a special person in their family and that goodbyes are not easy.  And that all we can do is just be there, and smile for them, or cry with them.  Whatever we feel coming out of our hearts, and whatever makes them feel not alone.  I explained that there was sometimes not much we can do except love our friends.  We cried out for his family, said a prayer for them, and went to bed.  So, my only guess is that her crying this morning came from her empathetic soul.  I believe it wholeheartedly.


As she's still peacefully sleeping, I feel compelled to write about empathy.  I believe the best we can hope for in our kids is compassion.  It's imperative to help our children embrace these emotions at a young age, and not stifle it in any way.  Let it grow and flow..... and maybe, just maybe, if our children are told that it's ok to be compassionate and warmhearted, then the coldness that runs rampant through this world will fade with coming generations.  It's ok to hurt for others.  It's what makes us real and keeps our blood warm.  A sense of bonding and belonging between us all.  We need this for HUMANITY.  NOW more than EVER.

This morning I got the heart breaking call from my friend, and my heart sunk lower for her family.  I wanted to go give the big squeeze I knew she needed, but she probably didn't want right now.  I wanted to run to them and help and do and be... all of these things I wanted to do, but all she really needed was to just know that I wanted to.  And to know that I'm broken for her today.  No matter how much I could be doing for them, or how many flowers I could send or cards I could write... no matter how many words I could say, none of it matters, if it isn't driven by empathy, love and compassion.

So, my prayer/promise today is that I never muffle my daughter's compassionate side.  I hope that she can witness my tears for others and know that it is an uplifting and beautiful experience to just FEEL so much for someone else!  I hope she can witness my joy for others in the same light, and know that those emotions are what make us human.  Those emotions are what connect us.

To laugh with others in joy, and to cry with those in pain, may be the most beautiful expression of love we can offer.

Hug your babies, y'all.

Loving all of you, with all of me.
Candle

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Paxil made me fat

Fat: not really what I was.  I guess.  But, definitely how I felt.  I wasn't overweight (because really i fell right into the weight for my height), I was more like bloated.  ALL. OF. THE. TIME.  It was more of the way the weight sat on my body.  Especially after having a baby.  Especially after turning the big THREE-ZERO.

I am going to give a whole entire week of blog entries to this damned drug, once it is completely out of my system.  But, for now, I would love to rant about the fat.

I work out.  I stay in shape.  My family switched to a completely organic lifestyle about a year ago, after slowly progressing that way for years.  I've been doing everything right.  I even cut out the glass of wine that was always waiting for me at night, after a tough day.  The "poofiness" I was feeling in my body, must have just been "my fate".  GRRRRRRR.  I don't want to live with the poof.  What am I going to do?  I cut out wheat, gluten, and all of the foods that caused sensitivities in my tummy.  Still no help with that poof.

SO... WHAT. THE. HELL?

I'll tell you what...  I was taking a medication that I never researched.  Did you know that one of the side effects of Paxil is weight gain.  And by weight gain, I guess they really mean, "STICKY, YUCKY WEIGHT THAT WILL CLING TO YOUR BODY AND CAN'T BE SCRAPED OFF WITH A SCALPEL" weight gain.  Yep, that must be what they mean!

I have been coming off of this medication for a while now.  But, here recently I sped up the process and started really focusing on getting it out of my body and being done.  That meant cutting way back to almost nothingness.  Now, the medication is practically finished ruining me.  Usually I don't use a scale.  It just depresses me.  I can be in the best shape and look damn good, but because I have such dense muscle in my gluts, hamstrings, hips and thighs, I'm obviously going to weight more.  If I get a number that is higher than I expect, instead of blaming it on muscle, I immediately blame it on this disgusting poof.  I get depressed when I see an actual number.  So, I just stay away.  Well, I have been feeling a change in my waist.  Certain pants are loose again.  I decided to weigh in recently and noticed I had randomly dropped 5 pounds.  Nothing at all has changed in my struggle.  Still work out the same.  Still eat and drink the same.  Everything is THE SAME.  Except now, I'm not drugging my body every day.
DUH!  Could it be?

I finally took a look at the side effects of the drug I began taking 2 years ago.  And lo and behold.......... it isn't it bold print, (because God forbid they put any side effect in BOLD print) but it is listed.  After talking with others who've taken it, it only confirmed my suspicions, as they all had struggled with weight gain as well.

Still not completely weened, and I have already lost 8 pounds.  AND I mean 8 pounds of poof.  Wow.  I haven't even been working out like usual either, because I've been so weak from the withdrawal symptoms.  So, I'm curious to see just how much the scale changes once this mess has left my system forever.

HEED THE WARNING Y'ALL:  please thoroughly research everything you put in your ONE, PRECIOUS body.