In order to create, I have to feel well, so I exercise every day, eat a vegetarian diet, and practice yoga. Lately, though, I’ve been bombarded by advertisements, infomercials, and well-meaning friends who assure me they’re selling the most miraculous ‘diet’,’health’, or ‘fix-all’ product on the market. As far as I know, there is no secret pill, shake, wrap, or drink that will result in optimum health, the perfect figure, or an incredible level of fitness. There is, however, a magic bullet. We all have access to it. It’s free, it has no side effects, and it contains three simple, safe ingredients: knowledge, action, and willpower. You want to be healthy and fit? Stop wasting your money on hollow promises made by unethical companies and empower yourself. Do your own research. Eat whole foods. Lay off the junk. Get off the couch. Get moving! Your health is in your hands. All you have to do is pull the trigger and see what that magic bullet inside of you can do. Salute!
“The Magic Bullet”–Watercolor–from my sketchbook
Yesterday, my massage therapist, who I think of as a true healer, came over to work on my uncomfortably tight lower back. After she inspected my sacral region, her questions shifted to my mental and emotional health. As the chaos of the previous weekend spilled out, I started to make the connection. A large part of my discomfort had been brought on by stress. She asked if I was still practicing yoga, to which I proudly replied ‘yes,’ but then she asked me a question I wasn’t prepared for: “What’s your mantra?” Suddenly, I was a kid in school who hadn’t done her homework. I didn’t have a mantra. I wasn’t even sure what a mantra was, or what I was supposed to do with one. Luckily, my therapist is a great teacher, too. By the end of our 60 minute session, my pain was gone, I had a mantra, and I knew how to use it. At least once a day—and any time I feel stressed—I am to breathe in deeply while thinking “I am at peace,” then exhale slowly while silently reciting “My creativity flows freely.” I am confident that my new mantra will help my body and mind to function more efficiently and peacefully. I think of it as a decadent piece of dark chocolate that I can pull out of my pocket any time I need a little something to take the edge off—only it’s calorie-free. Namaste.
“Namaste”–Pen and Watercolor–from my sketchbook
I am a recovering ‘chip addict’, and my ‘chip of choice’ is Fritos. The salt, the crunch, the fried corn taste—I couldn’t stop eating them. I tried telling myself that their three simple, natural ingredients—corn, oil, and salt—made them okay to consume in mass quantities. After all, corn is a vegetable…My waistline disagreed. Artists are trained to study the human form, and I couldn’t help but notice that my ‘form’ was spilling out over the top of my jeans. The Fritos had to go.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy since my husband was addicted, too. The Fritos would always be there every time I opened the pantry. I had to be strong enough to avoid the overwhelming temptation when my husband pulled out the bag and started popping those salty delights into his mouth—crunching loudly, wildly, joyfully. I had to keep my resolve when he waved the open bag under my nose and said “Just have a few.” But I knew that ‘a few’ would become half a bag.
I went cold turkey. I’m proud to say I’ve been Frito-free for a month now. The hardest part is over. My waistline is slowly recovering, and my jeans are much more comfortable. And in May, when I’m sitting on the beach in the Bahamas wearing my new bikini instead of hiding under a towel, I won’t be missing my Fritos at all. I’ll be smiling.
“My Strange Addiction”*–graphite–from my sketchbook–*No Fritos were consumed during the sketching of this bag.