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Year Three, Day 165: Punching the Air or Telling the Devil to F Off

"I feel healthy! I feel happy! I feel terrific"!



I recalled the above mantra this morning as I lugged my sore body out of bed. I looked at my puffy eyes in the mirror and said my mantra, punching the air with with my right fist.  

I learned this from a hyper positive coach at life insurance camp as a young adult.  I sucked at selling life insurance. But camp was fun!  We would load up on coffee and donuts and stand up and scream our mantra every morning.  The studies were boring, but the after party of pizza and beer was always fun!  (Hence the need for coffee, donuts and mantras in the morning!)

The mantra worked! I smiled and went outside and hooped. It is a glorious day here in the neighborhood - 68 degrees, clear and sunny!



 My hip loosened up with my hooping. I stayed on the sidewalk in the backyard. I feared the uneven ground on the grassy hill might through my hip out of whack again.



Really, I feel about 80% better. I was thinking damaged joint, hip replacement, walker, medical bills. But just a bit of Tylenol, Tiger Balm, ice, stretching, hooping and walking and this grandma is good to go!

Today was day 129 of my daily hooping experiment. I am so glad that I didn't permanently damage my hip! I would hate to hang up my hoop!  Again, I am learning that behavior modification, as well as learning and perfecting any skill is best done in regular daily increments.

I can't wait for Baby Gracie and my next dance session!

After my hoop session, I had a nice piano practice. Then I hopped on the bus to lunch.  HoHo on SE Cesar Chavez and SE Powell is one of my favorite lunch joints. They have a daily special for $7.25. I had "Happy Family" with hot and sour soup. And I stayed within my daily eating out budget!

Yay, me!

My scripture of the day reflects my pride in myself.  I am still reading The Mind Connection: How the Thoughts You Choose Affect Your Mood, Behavior, and Decisions by Joyce Meyer.  I am in chapter 8: "Positive Self Talk".  This is the chapter I need to read and reread every day of my life. 

Because for most of my life my self-talk was negative, shaming and down right mean.  

My scripture of the day was mentioned in this chapter.  And it just leaped out at me!

Scripture of the Day

" And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good..." (Genesis 1:31)


A well known passage, from the first book of the Bible. But today it just went straight to my soul. God made everything, including me.  And if He says I am good, I am!

When I was a child, my mother told me Jesus sat on my right shoulder, telling me the right thing to do. But the devil sat on my left shoulder, tempting me with bad things.  

I was frightened. 

"What should I do, Mommy?" I asked.

"Punch the air with your left fist", was the wise answer of my mother.

So there I was. A little girl of maybe 3 or 4 years. Walking around constantly punching the air with my left fist! 

Now I am older and wiser. I just the devil to "F off". It feels more empowering. And looks less ridiculous. (I say it in my head). 

But mostly I just choose goodness, light and love.  

On that note, I need to head out to teach piano.

May your Tuesday be filled with goodness, light and love!
Love,

Zita

In my library office. Do you notice I have the same expression on my face as the Cookie Monster?
I may have to find a gluten free cookie before choir practice tonight!







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