February 12, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Tired of talking solely about herself; Polly talks about snacks too….
Polly’s love of chips (tortilla not British) is renowned (in her own mind). Sadly, inhaling them does not always mesh well with her little bodily system… She decided to cease and desist….
No, silly! No ceasing and desisting from enjoying life’s wonders (for me that includes salty-crunchy things to eat). Just not every day (let’s call it ‘sporadically’); with some mindful acceptance (I like to get chip-faced sometimes and that’s OK); and compromise (“bean and rice” chips? Tasty yet corn-free? Say what, now?).
In the interests of ‘if you are going to do something; do it properly’ I don’t just grab a bag of the shelf and inhale. Oh No. It’s a multi-pronged endeavour: 1) gimme a bag (or 2) of Beanfields Sea Salt mixed with a bag of Beanfields Unsalted; 2) top those puppies with some iodized salt (is that ironic?); 3) shove ‘em in the oven ’till they are all warm and lovely; and 4) sit Polly down on the sofa to crunch loudly and force her understanding husband to turn the sound up on the tele.
No they are not paying me for this: I am happy to be an outspoken advocate of the family-owned, corn-alternative, high-fibre, gluten-free, non-gmo, triangle-snack makers of the United States of America. Thanks for existing Beanfields (and for your cool and trendy-looking chip-bags).
Yes, this actually does sum up a lot of what I have been doing since the last post.
Teaser: what do avocados, foldify, and Rapunzel have in common? Hopefully my next few blog posts (we won’t hold our collective breath, Polly. My readers are so wise…).
January 11, 2013 § Leave a Comment
- Fall finals/midterms went. Not overly stressed out. Just did what I could do. Seriously. Not allowing the stress-brain-hamster-wheel-of-thought-streams to (overly) whirr worked well.
- Had a jolly holiday in (climate-changed rainy?) England. The rain came down. And then more. And then more. I remember when the nature of British weather provided consistent breaks in showers (allowing me to dash car-wards or into Tescos without drenching). Not this last December.
- Health-wise. Pretty good, not complaining still amenorrhagic but believe 2013 WILL be the year. (TMI? Nah. And what a phenomenal word, eh. Is that actually a word?)
- Finally on the New Year Resolution front (I am a sucker for such things)…..
Hows about ‘being present’? Yes. I struggle there (you whirring brain-hamster-wheel-of-thought-streams, power-down).
December 9, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Earlier this week (in the before-midterm-exam times), Polly was a study zombie:
If you are heading into an exam week, good luck to you my friends. You can do it! You can only do what you can do, right.
I was done for this batch of midterms as of Thursday night at 9:10pm. To best capture how I felt the morning after that exam before, here is what I emailed to my Dad on Friday. See, I talk to my loved ones in the third person too.
Yup indeed. It’s all over for another chunk (until the end of April) and it feels good. The last exam was, dare I say, (too?) straightforward and I finished early. I also finished early on Tuesday which means that either: 1) I am super awesome; or 2) I missed something SIGNIFICANT. Obviously, Positive Polly is sticking with the former.
Thus. Me feeling pretty super this am. I was awake at…. wait for it…. THREE AM. But that’s OK. I woke up and reveled in being done and on a holiday (albeit with another three days of work). I also got excited because I have nothing to do this weekend. Not true. Planning Polly has plans. A massage (how extravagant), watching the rest of the “Silk” DVD you guys got me (I LOVE that show, the main lady is super-awesome) and eating some corn-free, bean-rice tortilla chips hot from the oven (I will bring you some to try – they will be cold by then, though).
It’s now 5:06am. I have kick-boxed. As you do. And the kettle just boiled. I have already got back into drinking multiple cups of Tetley every day (the ‘soya’ variety) in anticipation of my homeland culture. Oh the sacrifice.
Bring on the British chunky grilled bacon from the butcher, some egg white scrambles with spinach and maybe a butcher-sourced-sausage or five.
I am so impressed with my own ability to write at 5:06 (now 5:10am), I think I will go post this email on my blog too since it sums up the last week and my present state of being in not-that-brief fashion.
Love you Dad.
See you later? Try mum’s Skype.
November 24, 2012 § Leave a Comment
How to: 1) mentor my first year law school buddy with her first year exams looming (8 days ish..); 2) catch my shescoops-ers up on Polly health/law/life nuggets; and 3) briefly encapsulate why Polly of today is quite different from Polly minus twelve months.
I know, write the old Polly a letter and don’t apologize for its length (chapters, people, take it in chapters)….
Dear Polly of November 2011,
Power down on the anxiety. You are at a 10 when you need to be at a healthy 2. A year from now, as you face your next batch of exams on brand new subjects, you will be rather calm. You will have spent ten months or so focusing on eliminating amorphous ‘stress’ from your world. And you will make great strides because many of the reasons for that stress are silly (silly = fear-based; not reality-based). So, put these things in your noggin and muse on them if you want:
- Guess what I have done over the past two weekends? TWELVE PRACTICE EXAMS. Grrrr. Don’t be annoyed with me for doing them because now you feel like you have to do them. Don’t worry. You will only have taken one at-home practice for the Fall (and Spring finals..). The rest of your practice will be THE EXAMS. Why is it so hard to sit and do them? Everyone you talk to will tell you they are THE BEST WAY to revise. Yet, you don’t do ‘em because it doesn’t seem fun, you don’t know the law yet. etc.. etc… Guess what, part 2? IT IS FUN!! AND MOTIVATING (you don’t know the law but you will know it soon…). Best plan is to do it when you wake up (before you can talk yourself out of it). How excited was I to do the first three on Saturday – muchly. And the three on Sunday? Wow! Yippee!!! I am super awesome. I indulge my super-awesomeness. There was a bit of ‘hands on hips – but I don’t want to’ initially. Then I just got over it. I psyched myself out. It worked.
- Bad news, you have PCOS; good news, you have PCOS… Read this. I would argue that all of my 2012 epiphanies are connected to this news.
- I love law school. I had been questioning it all the time. I have stopped. I am doing it for myself and believe that positive things will follow.
- I meditate (well, I did three podcasts that are changing how I handle strong feelings in my belly or heart or head). I work on this, presently.
- We have President Obama for four more years. It was (very) close. But people voted (lots of people) and the majority didn’t listen to the hatefulness promulgated by groups of rich unknowns. It was a moment. Though there are millions of people seemingly afraid by this concept, just cling on to your hopeful nature; perhaps they will change; perhaps not. You voted. That’s neat.
- I DON’T CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK (finally, Polly got it). I figure it is not about me (kinda arrogant to think it might be about me). Since I have no way of knowing what others have going on in their worlds, I have no way of knowing what they are thinking so why waste any time imagining. I have plenty of other things to keep my brain occupied that are a lot more fun, a lot less stressful, and a lot more productive. I choose that.
- Since I mentioned #6, I embrace being a PollyAnna (thanks wikipedia) because I care not for those who think me disingenuous. I do see the positive; it ain’t a bad thing for us (you and me year-ago-Polly). We were worrying about this back then, weren’t we Pol. Well, we no longer care. Speak from the heart, girl and maintain your integrity.
- I walk around a bit most days, and pull out my cardio kickboxing DVD once a week or so, but that’s it. I have stopped exercising so much in the wee small hours and sleep instead. Actually stress-relieving.
- I have discovered the ‘secret’ of carb-reduction. In oversize quantities, carbohydrates are not my friend. I haven’t eaten a ginormous bowl of oatmeal for over six months. I eat veggies, beans, and lots of (ideally organic) meats of the world (turkey, chicken…. ham?!). I eat egg whites almost every day. I don’t crave crappy foods. I go to bed and wake up energized. I have finally managed to get past the late-night-carb-attacks because I finally got it – eat crap at night – wake up and feel like crap all day. It isn’t worth it. I decided to stop. I stopped. Once in while, sure; it’s the routine-approach that seems problematic.
- FYI – you are about to put on fifteen pounds in a short amount of time. This will be awesome in the long run. I would not be feeling this healthy, this in control of my blood sugar were in not for those additional pounds and the subsequent PCOS diagnosis. My diet, my exercise regime and sense of self have changed immeasurably. I feel pretty good despite my looming second year exams. I know it will be fine. The overwhelm can stay hovering just behind me; I don’t want or need it. I can only do what I can do. But I have to choose to do things. So I do. I choose to have fun. I choose to giggle. I choose to study when I can. I choose to work at work. I choose sleep. I choose cardio kickboxing once or twice a week (or month). I have powered down and I feel terrific.
- No period yet. But it will happen. I know it because I am working to reduce the androgens in my blood stream via lower carb intake on a permanent basis, some exercise here and there, and a zen-like focus.
Oh. One more thing, Polly of 2011, you are about to get the flu but even that experience will turn out to be awesome (read this- #4).
Polly of 2012.
November 23, 2012 § Leave a Comment
While being mindful of the recent U.S. national holiday, Polly wanted to segue back from election-ness to health, law school, and stuff.
Enter the conduit of The Hubby with his spontaneous rendition of a Polly-goof-face.
Thanks for sticking with me and being a shescoops reader, shescoops reader(s). Who knows, I might do something crazy and post again