If you’re getting over a trauma, sugar addiction or heartbreak, one of the best things you can do is to clear clutter.
Even your health can suffer if you become a pack rat.
But when you clear clutter, you can get:
The time has come for me to make a deep, dark, vulnerable admission.
I have a deep fear of public speaking. What’s more, I’m utterly terrified to do videos, especially posting them on YouTube.
Unfortunately, my deep fear of public speaking — along with my preference to write and research in private, coach quietly via phone, enjoy peaceful time near the beach, hang out with one or a few close friends or loved ones — is preventing me from achieving my treasured mission and audacious goals, which is to inspire, guide and serve millions worldwide.
In short, my fear of both public speaking and doing videos is in direct opposition to my core beliefs, cherished dreams, and bold vision for the future.
Not giving enough talks is holding me back. And I’m fed up.
It’s high time for me to Stand Up, Speak out and Serve!
Is it time for you, too, to get out, speak and serve?
Since I”m now preparing and training to Speak to Serve™, I’ve decided to create a new column, in which I’ll periodically tell you about my speaking adventures and share insights and tips from heart-centered speakers and authors, who can help those of us with speaking fears. (For instance, I’ve already received wonderful help from the awesome Jeff Walker and Lisa Sasevich, whose tips I’ll share in future posts.)
Why am I finally making a public confession about my speaking fears? (more…)
I’m utterly wiped out.
Years of not taking enough time for me — including worrying about my terminally ill Mom, grieving for her, healing from PTSD and then feeling massive digital overload while trying to catch up so I can serve millions — has done me in.
So now I’m taking vital down time for me so I can serve you better later.
For the past few years, I’ve been in massive creation mode, and all that writing, researching and creating Cravings-Crushing tools has drained me.
Before I get sick, I’m taking time off.
The recent vacation (and road trip) I took wasn’t much of a vacation, since I was stuck driving up and down the windy, treacherous Highway 1, which is one of America’s most dangerous roads. Talk about stressful.
Sure, it was beautiful but I had to be ever-so alert with the ocean below, while I was was working though the final vestiges of PTSD, or learning many new things.
I can’t even begin to tell you how konked out I feel. I desperately need down time from all that information juggling, finding new cravings research and creating tools to Crush Your Cravings.
Learn more about the dangers of digital overload and how it can really mess you up, including making you less productive.
Have you felt wiped out recently? Have you taken down time? What did you do? Post your comments below (just following this link).
See you on Cravings-Crushing Monday.
This year, I finally remembered on the actual day. Today is my official Sugar-Free-iversary. In 1998 — that’s eighteen years ago — I said bye-bye to sugar on doctor’s orders.
As I think about my 18 years of being mostly sugar-free, here are some lessons I’ve learned.
1) Being a Sugar and Carb Addict was a Big Blessing.
It’s taken me a while to reach this conclusion, but if I’d never hit rock bottom as a sugar addict, I never would have discovered the joy, peace and calm that I now derive from treating my body with the respect, love, and appreciation it deserves.
In short, because I once treated my poor body so badly and mindlessly, quickly shoved processed carb crap into my mouth, I now relish putting nourishing foods into it.
2) It’s Horrible to Feel Like a Sugar Slave!
Being addicted to sugar is one of the most awful feelings imaginable. I never ever want to go back there again. That thought has helped to keep me on the sweet sugar-free path.
If I gave into sugar, I would feel powerless, trapped, and disappointed with myself.
And I’d feel much like Cartoon Connie above. Crazy Cravings for junk food galore would be hounding and haunting me all the time. But, thankfully, no more.
Whenever I’ve been tempted–which just doesn’t happen much anymore, I remember that Sweet Freedom is super delicious.
3) To Strive for Perfection is Pointless. But 90 Percent is Possible.
You know how drunk people stagger, lose coordination, and get mentally confused? Well, if you’d seen me earlier this week, you might have assumed I was sloshed on booze.
But I wasn’t recovering from alcohol overuse. Instead, recently, I had a horrible Sugar Hangover.
And I felt utterly a-w-f-u-l!
What irks and embarrasses me is that I ate sugar by mistake. Because I know better, it should have been easy for me to avoid.
For those of you who haven’t heard my story, I’ve been sugar-free since the spring of 1998, when I quit all sweets and processed carbohydrates on doctor’s orders.
As a result, all 44 of my baffling ailments vanished. They went poof! Nagging symptoms, such as horrid headaches, overwhelming dizziness, and unsettling anxiety disappeared. I was truly “reborn.”
Now, 17 years later, that’s why staying off sugar and quickie carbs is so important to me.
I feel awesome when I’m sugar-free. Eating cleanly makes me energetic, focused, and puts me at the top of my game.
But I feel horrible if I partake of any sweeteners.
Although I haven’t been totally perfect—I slipped a few times early on in my sugar sobriety—I’m always diligent about reading food labels and quizzing waiters so I can avoid all hidden sugars.
But, recently, I let my guard down and inadvertently ingested the sweet stuff.
Here’s what happened a few days ago, while I was at the movie theater.
How Hidden Sugars Nabbed Me
My accidental Sugar Poisoning was my own darn fault.
I know how important it is to always, always, always read food labels very, very, very carefully, —even if a food is allegedly “healthy.” That way I can identity any hidden sugars.
By hidden sugars, I don’t just mean sucrose or brown sugar. I also mean honey, agave nectar, barley malt, coconut sugar, inulin, evaporated cane juice, cane sugar, maltodextrin, monk fruit, eand so on
Have you badly blown your diet, fallen flat on your face and stuffed your face with chips, candies or cookies as if you just couldn’t ever get enough? Were you consumed by utterly Crazy Cravings™, as I now put it?
A year ago, with much professional embarrassment, great reluctance and huge shame, I made what I now call My Carb Confession.
At the time, I shared that after I’d endured a tormented, turbulent year witnessing my Mom dying from a virulent cancer, I became badly TAGGED-B — that’s my acronym for Traumatized, Abused, Gripped by Grief, Emotionally Devastated and Betrayed.
Then, while reeling and healing from a year of incessant fight-or-flight reactions, I was suddenly seized and gripped by what I now dub Crazy Cravings™.
Although sugary desserts didn’t beckon me as they had back in 1998, before I kicked sweets on doctor’s orders, sugar’s dangerous cousins — especially processed carbohydrates such as corn crunchies, movie popcorn, and sweet potato chips — lured me often, leading to do lots of what I now Heartbreak Bingeing™. Not surprisingly, I quickly packed on 21 pounds. Then, about 11 months after I began relapsing, it hit me that I’d been plunging in and out of Carb Shock™, which is like Sugar Shock.