Don't wait for tomorrow

As I was being wheeled in to surgery this week so many feelings were running through me.  I was very nervous and scared to be put under.  I didn't know what to expect.  I just hope the doctors would get all the abnormal cells out and I would be fine once again. My kids,  I miss my kids.  

You see, a few weeks ago, I was given the news that I am at a seriously high risk for cervical cancer.  That if I do not get the offending cells removed immediately, chances are extremely high that it would lead to invasive cervical cancer.  But wait a minute,  I haven't reached my dreams and goals yet!  I just started this really awesome coaching program,  I have so many ideas that I haven't put in place yet.  I'm just thinking about my website.  This can't be happening to me, I don't have time for this now.  But each subsequent test that I was given kept pointing me in the same direction, this is happening and it's happening now.  

What would you do if faced with a similar diagnosis?  Would you wish that you had accomplished more? Are there people in your life you need to connect with?  What about your life long dreams, are you working toward them?

Well, the procedure went well and I am recovering nicely,  just waiting patiently for the pathology results.  Being optimistic and using the law of attraction, I am envisioning perfect health for myself from this day on.  But one thing I have learned is not to wait for your dreams, don't put off trying to reach your goals.  You never know what tomorrow will bring while you are planning your life.  Sometimes that phone rings and suddenly your life takes a detour.  What will you do then?  Don't let it be too late.  Live today with no regrets.  Live your dream now.

Goodbye Yankee Stadium - and Thank You

On Sunday night I watched the last game ever in Yankee Stadium. I was quite surprised how emotional I felt watching the game. I'm a big Yankee fan, always have been. But for some reason I was not a good fan this year. At least not to her, the Stadium.

I did not go to one game this year. Not one. And this was the last season of the Stadium. I justified it by saying, "They don't deserve me," "the prices are too high," "this team doesn't care, they don't have that Yankee pride," but what I failed to realize is that this season wasn't about the Yankees. They won't even make the playoffs.

This season was about history. Legacy. Pride. Tradition. In a word, this season was about:

Her.

The Stadium.

I think it's fitting that the Yanks weren't even good enough to make the playoffs. Because we would remember this year for the post season. Instead of all the memories that we will never forget.

In 2003 I was at that Aaron Boone game, Game 7 against the Red Sox. And I was there with my Dad and my cousin. It was one of the greatest moments of my life and I'll never forget it. I owe that memory to the stadium, I owe one last final goodbye.

And so, Yankee Stadium, thank you for everything. Thank you for the good times, the bad times, the great times. Thank you for the memories that I will take with me wherever I go. You were truly one of the most amazing cathedrals I have ever experienced, and I will never forget what you meant to me, what you will always mean to me.

Thank you Yankee Stadium, and Goodbye.

Weighty Issues

Yesterday I bought a red pleather recliner.  It's the most happiest chair on earth - kind of like Chairy from Pee Wee's play house.  That's it!  I'm going to name my pleather recliner Chairy.  Now, let me tell you, I usually have an adverse reaction when people name inanimate objects, but any chair that hugs and rocks you and tells you that life is wonderful deserves a name.  

For those of you who came to this blog expecting to read something about coaching or weight management thank you for your patience while I swooned over Chairy.  Now for the moment you've been waiting for!

We're all buzzing after Mod II last weekend.  What an awesome group of people!  We did lots of coaching, lots of laughing and lots of reflection.  Gremlin show-and-tell was an experience on many different levels.  We are a creative bunch, I'll tell you that!  My gremlin is a Barbie doll named Barbie (it just has to be!) with electrical tape over her mouth.   Dear readers, if you understand why Barbie is my gremlin then we are truly kindred spirits.  Raise your hand if your gremlin is also a fictional representation of perfection who tells you how you will never measure up.  Don't listen to that nonsense.  The next time you find her sitting on your shoulder try one of the following gremlin antidotes:

• tell her to go back to her Playhouse - Ken and Skipper are waiting for her.  
  
• shout SHUT UP BARBIE!!!  (just make sure no one else is around)
  
• cut her hair and tell her not to worry...it'll grow back (hahahahahahaha)
  
• remind her that she's plastic!
  

If you get a chance to try any of the above, please report back.  Or, if you have any other gremlin antidotes I would love to hear about them!

Chow for now.

Judy