health, wealth, and happiness

... blog title just had to be used from a favorite movie of mine, in honor of brittany murphy.

anyway, i mentioned in my last post about how i got sick last week... and they (meaning the ER doctors) aren't sure if it was a virus- a crazy, fast-hitting stomach flu, or if it was food poisoning. regardless, being that sick made me want to consider rethinking the way i treat my body, what i consume, what air i breathe, and just how healthy of a lifestyle i really should be living. for as long as i can remember, i have been extremely compassionate towards animals. i'm sure i'm not different than most kids- but i would frequently allow stray cats in our house (when dad wasn't home, since he was allergic) and once kept one in our garage, its bed of rags hidden from view, and a little dish of milk and american cheese kept it purring throughout the cold winter months. anyway- i have always (always- ever since i can remember) hated fur and hated skins... and i believe i could probably be a vegetarian if i thought about it enough. sometimes i don't eat things that look too much like the animal it actually is. that doesn't include the thanksgiving turkey- i felt a moment of guilt but then participated in prying open the turkey butt and then (once it was cooked), peeling off its skin to eat it. - that sounds so vulgar, doesn't it?

beyond my little side feelings of guilt- which are almost always pushed to the side when i see a hamburger coming my way- are the concepts of the unsanitary living conditions, slaughterhouses, and hormones that all contribute to the raising and processing of said hamburger. i believe it isn't healthy to treat a living creature in that way (think about it. some people have more compassion for a tree than an animal), and i especially don't think its healthy to participate in the purchasing or consuming of that product.

husband and i often will buy organic, a choice we make for probably different reasons, but one that we feel good about. we buy almost all of our meat organic, as well as eggs, milk, and some vegetables. but to me, that's not enough. i still eat out often- and i still get processed, hormone-filled chicken (is it really chicken?) mashed down on a griddle and thrown together with some teriyaki sauce at the food court for lunch. while i enjoy food, and i like to cook, when thinking about ways to live a healthier lifestyle, i'm realizing that the products i choose to put in my body are not the best.

now, i do think i eat pretty damn well for the most part... in my defense, i feel a twinge of guilt if i have more than 1.5 mint milano cookies in one day, and i try to only drink water (and wine- hah) at home. but, as far as being careful about the impact of the choices i make when choosing what (and where) to eat, I could definitely improve.

beyond my eating habits, I want to improve my sleep, up my water intake, drink tea instead of coffee, and continue a workout regimen at overload fitness. the last one is the hardest for me... but i feel better when i'm fit- and one of the hardest transitions for me is learning to feel as though i'm accomplishing something while lifting weights. i used to live for the rush i felt after landing a new trick or the 'zone' i would get into while tumbling. the feeling of pushing aside your fears and doubts and insecurities and trusting yourself, all while flipping through the air. the feeling of strength and adrenaline i would get towards the end of tumbling practice- legs shaking but still throwing powerful back tucks. feeling as though i accomplish something while pushing against a machine? not so much. i'm starting to get there, though- with overload, the concept is to never "unload" from a machine- your muscles are under CONSTANT stress, and you maintain perfect posture and breathing throughout the super slow workout. it hurts like hell, and it's a series of mind over matter moments to get through it. the last workout i did left me unable to tip a glass of water to my lips, my arms were burning so badly, my eyes filling with tears over the intensity of it. it's a different feeling of accomplishment, but it's coming back, slowly.

i hope to continue a workout regimen that makes me stronger- reverses the effects of my early on-set bone loss, and provides relief for the nerve disease. and looking great in a bikini would be an excellent plus.

those are my new years resolutions- which sounds like an oxymoron. resolution has this connotation of an end- and those resolutions are more like beginnings for me. but whatever. cheers to 2010... and raise your (red- antioxident wine) if you will... health, wealth, and happiness!