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March 1, 2023March 12, 2023

“SEAT”

Hello, welcome to my blog cast. This is Kris and I’d like to share a few bits of information with you, perhaps give you a little boot in the butt.

Let’s start with the fact that is the first day of March, two months since we all laid down those new, New Year’s resolutions, and I want to have ask how many are still hanging in there? I will admit that I have already given up. Actually, I gave up in January. Yep, I go hard and fast and then slip and fall.

I am the first to admit that it is hard to make changes. I lose that enthusiasm rather quickly. I get overwhelmed with all the advice about new diet ideas ( not really new at all) foods to eat, foods not to eat, fasting, keto, low calorie, high protein, grains, no grains. My mind just shuts down from the explosion of information sent my way on the internet.

But I’m here to give you some more information. Sorry, but I have too. If you have read my blogs or you’ve listened in, you know that my site is not an advertisement for anything. I do not promote products except for my very own which I’m proud of and I think are beneficial for both of us. Otherwise, I don’t advertise or promote other people’s stuff. I find it a big distraction to what the author is trying to say if these pop ups fill the page.

Now you may have noticed the title of my blog, “ SEAT” which I am excited to say is promoting a new way of thinking. If you are half as aware as I am while I’ve slogged through the day overfed and under exercised, you too may have noticed all the new diet trends, food lists, exercises promoting promises of a better body, and a healthier you. I am here to say that this new way of eating has hit home for me. It is a message I agree with and I am excited to try. What does SEAT stand for you may ask, “Go ahead, ask.” It stands for “STOP EATING ALL THE TIME.”

They are always tempting us, the little devils.

“What the hell you might say, that sounds like something my grandmother would have said.” And you would be correct. We have become a society of stuffers, constantly shoving food or snacks into our faces hungry or not. We have destroyed our real sense of hunger because we never give our guts a chance to empty and rest. It is always pulsing and breaking down everything we drop down the hole. Churning, gurgling, sending out more acids to destroy more treats. It is a hell hole down there.

Let me ask you what do you do when you know you are going out to your favorite restaurant for a great meal? Do you shovel in the food all day? Most of us, and I am sure you are one of those, don’t eat much throughout the day in anticipation of the great meal coming our way. And what usually happens when we do this, hopefully for you and me is that the food is wonderful, and we really enjoy it.

That is the Key…That is what I am talking about. Most of the time we don’t even know what the crap we put in our gullet even taste like, we just keep stuffing it in.

This wonderful article talks about this and suggests we give our guts a rest. “If it is getting close to a meal, or you have a couple of hours, have a large glass of water with a slice of fruit dropped in for flavor or eat a half of a banana.” We do not need to eat as soon as we feel the first wave of hunger, we will not die, and our bodies will thank us later.

I know if my grammy was still here she would be the first one to say STOP EATING ALL THE TIME if you want to feel better. When we let our guts rest then it can rejuvenate and restore the good bacteria that lives in our bellies and help us stay healthy. Instead, we shove in more M&Ms making ourselves feel crappy, bloated, and miserable, not to mention the gas combustion that occurs.

Our lives and all our celebrations revolve around food. There are treats served at every event. There are more sweets and snacks along the store aisles than there is real food.

We need to get back to waiting to enjoy our meals. Enjoy the foods that we eat, and only eat when we are hungry. And as a bonus pay attention to what we are eating so that we can lead ourselves in a new, healthier, happy direction.

So I will admit that this new idea was stolen from someone else’s new idea, and probably said by someone’s grammy, and that is “ We need to STOP EATING ALL THE TIME.” I will add “Pay attention to what is shoveled down your throat as well. I mean if we are trying to be healthier, we can at least take it a little further.

While I was writing this piece I googled and found the article, and it first came out in July 2022 and then was released again the other day where it caught my eye. If you want to read the whole article here is the site https://www.you.co.uk/the-seat-diet-weight-loss-plan/ which I have attached the link.

It really is a great article and takes the staying healthy to a whole new direction. We all know that we need to be sensible about what we eat. We all know that we need to exercise more, and we know that we need to choose good food options, and not the sweets and fat laden things lining the wall all the way through the checkout counter.

I always say that the things we need to do to be a better, healthier, happy person is already in our knowledge bank, we just need to hear it again, and again, maybe in a new way so that we become motivated in the right direction once again. I hope this blog piece will motivate you, the article I read STOP EATING ALL THE TIME really hit home for me, and as I always say, have a great today, you and I deserve it.

Oh, that is better, I love cherries, and they are so good for you.

January 13, 2023January 13, 2023

THE NITTY GRITTY

Hello, welcome to my blog cast, it’s wonderful to have you back again. I hope 2023 is starting out on a good note. I’m sure you are as sick of shopping and food, as well as all the New Year’s resolutions shouted from the rooftops as I am.

I will say for me it’s time to get on with the nitty, gritty of meeting some of my goals. I have found through the years that while I am a creative person, I am not very good with following through and completing my task. Recently I came across a meditation that a very dear friend of mine and I created many long years ago, but never released.

I listened to this the other day as I found it in a drawer somewhere and the sound of my friend Eunice’s voice brought tears to my eyes as I realized that the world may never hear her words if I do not release the CD to the public.

As what happens in everyone’s life, I’ve gotten tied up in the day-to-day garbage thrown my direction, without ever following through on my goals of what I really want to be accomplishing.

Life does that, the day-to-day responsibilities gets in our way. Our obligations to family, friends, and the world in general seemed to stop us from moving forward. Or at least that’s my excuse.

After listening to Eunice’s voice, and the words that we created together to bring about this meditation tape, I realized that I don’t want her voice or my voice to get lost in the wilderness. I truly feel that the words she has to say and the meditation that we offer is such a gift to everyone that I’m offering it on my Market Street page for those of you who would like a copy of their own.

While thinking about what lies ahead for me at the ripe old age of 72, the sound of the clock ticking away battering me with its reminder that time is slipping away is frightening when I realize that I can no longer think of a 30-year mortgage because I won’t be here in 30 years. When I cannot think of a 20-year loan because I may not last that long. But the saddest thing for me is to realize that my dearest friend, who is no longer here may never have her words heard by anyone.

I’m not going to let laziness or feeling overworked, or self-pity get in the way of me putting out this CD to all of you.

When I created this blog, it took me days to figure out how the hell to do anything. I spent hours and hours searching all the websites I could find. I cried in frustration as things kept falling apart, not registering on my blog, and getting lost in the great universal pit. But I did not give up.

Now I have decided that I will not give up until I get our CD out into the universe for those who need to hear Eunice’s words to help bring peace and balance back into their life.

Once upon a time we thought of doing great things. We had a lot of good plans. We wanted to help so many people. But instead, life got in our way, and we ended up on separate paths and lost each other along the way.

I am not going to allow this beautiful meditation to be lost. I am not going to prevent my friend’s voice from speaking to the masses. I am going to work to put our CD “ Chakra Lights Meditation” out into the universe and hope that those who need to hear her words will listen to our meditation and find peace. Perhaps you too will find this a source of motivation so you can move your life forward as I am going to move my life forward as well.

May I wish each one of you a great new year. Don’t let others stand in your way. Take control of your life. Set realistic goals that you can meet. Be gentle with yourself. If you fail start over because we all fail. And if you fall down get back up and begin again.

I would also like you to take a moment and listen to the sample I have included as Eunice’s voice guides you through a short relaxation. This is how the CD begins. And as I always say, have a GREAT day today, you and I deserve it.

June 26, 2022June 26, 2022

Blogcast 2: A Philosophical Tangent On Abortion

I am going out on a limb here, but I have been up all night with these thoughts rambling around in my head. Finally, I couldn’t take it and decided to put my thoughts on paper.

When does the “me of me,” become me? At what point in the development of this ball of cells does the “me” enter into the equation?

No, I am not kidding! When do I enter the picture? When does the “me of me” become me, and where am I until that moment?

Do I enter this creation of cells at the moment of impact when sperm meets egg? Or the first doubling of the cells? Or do I enter after the hundredth? Or is it at the millionth?

When does the “me of me”, the feeling, sensing, thinking part of me come into this great ball of replicating, developing cells?

Where am I until I become the “me of me?” Do I exist at all? At what part of this developing creation do I enter? At what stage?

Science can not answer this question. No one can. The greatest minds have never been able to answer the question of when the “me of me” becomes me, during this life giving process in the development of a human being.

This form that is sitting here typing out these questions was specifically created for me. The I of me was placed inside of this huge mass of cells. It is me but, where is that part of me that feels, thinks, remembers, cries, loves, and creates? What is my location inside of this mass of cells? Am I in every cell? Am I inside my brain? Am I inside my knee? Or am I inside my heart? Where am I in this mix of cells? No one can answer these questions!

Do you know that some research has said that the human body is 1/2 to 1 pound lighter right after the moment of death! Is that me leaving this pile of cells? Or is the poo leaving my colon?

Science argues over the description of life and when it matters. It argues over when it is okay to destroy that ball of cells. It argues over when it is viable. But, it never mentions when it becomes “me” as the cells are churning and creating a human being. It never mentions when the “me of me” becomes part of these cells.

So, when you take those deadly sharp instruments and hack away at the cells inside, do you know that you are destroying the “me” of those cells as well! The “me” of those cells that was specifically created for the “me of me.”

How many abortions occur a year? What is the current statistic? A million, tens of millions, how many?

I worked college health for over twenty years and I can say for certainty from my own experience that over 90% of the young women who came into our office for information on abortion felt ” it just wasn’t the right time.”

These young women were not victims of rape. They were not giving birth to deformed monsters they didn’t want. They didn’t have a clue, ” it just wasn’t the right time.!”

The moment a sperm meets an egg and implants is that moment of creation. What becomes of that creation is up to nature, and the woman carrying that creation.

Abortion should not be used as a form of birth control. There are plenty of other options to use, abortion should not be a choice.

It seems that sex is in the news all the time in some form or other to sell everything from magazines to underwear. Every time I open yahoo someone is posing nude to ” show off their beach body”, so why are we so uncomfortable with our bodies, and what occurs at the time of intercourse, that we don’t take responsibility for that moment when creation occurs, and say to our partner, ” hey wait a minute.” It could save a life.

I would never have wanted to miss this moment.

I know many of the responses to this question, ” we didn’t plan it”, it was a one night stand”, “I don’t even know him or her that well,” ” I am not ready for a baby,” and on and on goes the merry go round.

Sadly what abortion has allowed to occur is that no one is responsible. You can just rake it out, dead or alive. No worries, ” it’s your body.”

I think as a society we have failed our young. We must educate them that intercourse can and will result in the creation, let me say this again, in the creation of another human being if we are not careful. That is what nature intended. Intercourse is the method, most times, by which another human being is created. It is how human beings continue on this earth, usually.

Do we tell our children that intercourse can and will result in the creation of another human being? Do they teach that in school? Do they USE those words.

It is not just about what disease they may catch, it is about what can and will occur if they have unprotected intercourse.

I have heard all the arguments so spare me. I know the drill, but along with my questions about the “me of me,” and when that begins, I want to ask another philosophical question or two!

What is your purpose in life? Who were you meant to become once the “me of me” entered your pile of cells? How do you know what your role will be in the creation of the “me of me” should you create another human being, if you just rake it out?

Who decided the time was right at that moment when you were created? Was it really an accident or planned? Is life just one great big random moment in time?

Millions and millions of abortions a year! Millions and millions of ” me” that will never exist. Think about it! Could you have been a ” me of me” that did not exist? Was it the right moment for your sperm and egg donor to have a ” me”? Ask yourself that question!

I believe that most of us were just moments in time. Not planned at all. We just became the ” me of me” once those cells started replicating. So where is the ” me of me” until it meets it’s great big pile of cells? Who will take responsibility for that creation of life? Think about that? And as I always say, have a great day, you and I deserve it.

November 27, 2021November 27, 2021

Runner’s High

Hello this is Kris, welcome to my blog cast. I am sorry it has been so long. It is not as if there hasn’t been lots to write about. One just has to view the news to become stirred up. But sometimes it is just too much and talking about the day-to-day stuff seems irrelevant.

Chores and sleep keep me bogged down. I work a lot of nights and sleep becomes the most important part of my day. I get three or four hours, get up, do chores, then go back to bed so I can get maybe four more hours of sleep later.

Despite the fatigue from this schedule, I continue my walks with my best pal Tessie. She is getting old and decrepit and loves to get in her snuffles every day. Okay, I am getting old and decrepit as well.

Today we were walking on our favorite trail. The temperature was 55 degrees. The sun was shining, and it was so lovely for the end of November. Who could ask for anything more?

While I continue walking the trails, I have decided I will not go on a pilgrimage to Spain next year as there is just too much going on in the world that is unsafe. People are getting crazy. And there are just too many strains of COVID that make me a nervous wreck when I think of travelling. And yes, I have been vaccinated. I do not think it is any worse than all the other childhood immunizations we are required to get. I am a nurse and I know people have died from this dreaded disease, many people, and I think we all need to protect ourselves, and others as much as we can.

Well enough on that, I don’t want to spoil anyone’s Thanksgiving weekend. Besides, I want to talk about something trivial, like the runner’s high you hear people talking about. I am sure you have heard it mentioned. How it is almost better than drugs, but can I ask you have you ever witnessed anyone running that looks like they are on a lovely trip in their minds?

No of course you haven’t! Most runners I see running on my trails look like they are trying to take a good dump. Sorry but it is true. They run along groaning and moaning. Sweating, straining, and spitting snot on the trail as they hurl past me. Where is the high part, I want to ask them? It certainly isn’t evident when they run past. I have not seen one person jogging along with a smile on their face. They look like it is painful. I am sure they feel such superiority as they race by, and I am “only walking for exercise”, but at least I don’t look like I am going to lose my lunch.

I’ve heard the saying runners high, and I’m sure you have too, but my question is when does that occur. As I’m walking along and these runners zoom past me, they have this horrible look on their faces as if they’re in pain, as if they’re constipated. Their feet are slamming on the ground as they hurry past flinging sweat in my direction. If I see them before they zoom by, I give them a wide berth, so I don’t get their body fluids flung on me. How can we know when they are finally high, from running, when they look like they’re dying?

To me a runner’s high should present the appearance of being happy. These people don’t look happy and high, they look like they’re on their last leg. I don’t want to get a runner’s high if that’s what I’m going to look.

I know that exercise is good for all of us, and I shouldn’t make fun of people that are out there really trying to exercise, but can you tell me when that high hits you. When on your short or long run do you actually feel happy and relaxed. Does it really ever happen or is it a myth. From my experience I am leaning toward myth.

I walk at least five times a week with my dog Tessie. You may have seen her pictures in the past. And I can tell you I have never reached a walker’s high. There are some days when it’s lovely out, but the walking part is tedious. I’d rather be laying in the leaves smelling the scent of autumn then walking or running. I usually can’t wait to get home to my couch. I’d rather be sitting with my feet up relaxing although I do love the great outdoors, and the sunshine on my face. Occasionally I see wildlife hiding in the trees and brush like deer and turkeys, turtles too. That does bring a little rush of happiness. I guess you could call that a “ high” as I watch these animals share in my space.

I also love crushing the leaves as I walk, there are a gazillion leaves on the grass right now, it is like stepping on a large pile of potpourri. So, while I cannot admit to any “high” gained from my walks, I will say that it always makes me feel better once I have completed my trek, and Tessie and I share in a cool drink of water. Isn’t that what life is about, finding moments of contentment. It is so important right now in these troubled times to let go of the stress brought on by current events, and differences of opinions. Take a moment to steep yourself in something that brings you comfort and peace. I am not talking about any drugs or alcohol. I am talking about things in nature, music, laughter, and family and friends. How many videos have you see where people share their joy in owning a pet? I love my dog Tessie, she is twelve now, not too much time left, but I will cherish each moment. Find some moments that you can cherish as well, and as I always say, have a great day today, you and I deserve it.

May 14, 2021May 16, 2021

“Oprah Winfrey: Where is Oprah?”

Hello, this Kris, welcome to my Blog Cast. Today I want to title this.

“ Oprah Winfrey: Where Are You?”

Today’s topic is powerful people. Who would you name as one of the most powerful people in the world? What name comes to mind when you hear those words?

When I think of powerful people the first person that comes to my mind is not a leader of any country. Not our president. Not some diplomat.

It is Oprah Winfrey. We all know that Oprah is one of the most influential women alive. She survived a hard childhood to become one of the most powerful women in the known world.

I could give your lots of statistics about her standing in the world. About her wealth, but I will not. Let us agree to agree that she is number one.

And there lies my problem. How can I reach a person that is so far above me that I am like a piece of sand on the beach somewhere?

I have a story to tell. I have had many stories to tell. I have tried numerous times to reach out to Oprah to no avail.

I have searched many of the websites that list how you can get in contact with famous people, but all they want is your money to join their club, with no guarantee that you will really contact the person of your dreams.

I want to reach out to people like Oprah because they have the power to help me get my story heard. I have several stories to tell, and I do not know how to reach the people that need to hear the stories.

How do you reach someone who is unreachable? How can I have a moment of their time when there are so many others reaching out and grasping as well.

I admit that I feel bad that I am grasping at straws, invading their space, excuse me, trying to invade their space, when they have a right to live their life in peace.

But I think with power comes the responsibility to acknowledge the little guy. I believe with the wealth, fame, and the comfort of their life they should have an open mind. and a kind heart toward others who are struggling.

Let me stop here and shout it out to the world that Oprah has done amazing things for many people. I would never want to take that away from her. I applaud her. If there was one person alive that I would like to be like, it would be Oprah.

I am not a conceited person. I am not a guru of any kind. I am just a woman of 70 who has survived many things in her lifetime, who wants to share her journey with others, in order that it might lighten their load as they make their journey.

I have sent out books. I have sent out emails. I have looked at websites galore trying to find a way to reach out to Oprah, and others of her level of esteem to ask for their help, and in return all I have heard is silence.

Long ago I reached out to Oprah when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. I had just quit my job of 21 years to go back to school to get my nursing degree. I left a great job, with great health insurance, to become a student with terrible health insurance, struggling to support a 16-year-old son, while going through chemotherapy and radiation.

During this time, I was working, going to school, being bombarded with toxins, and trying to survive to reach my goal of becoming a nurse. I reached out to Oprah, and I reached out to Ellen, we all know Ellen, with the hope that they might want to hear my story. That they might want to follow my journey and see if I survived. In reality I was hoping for divine intervention as I was scared to death.

I had no idea when I first started my cancer treatments if I would survive. If I would finish my journey and become a nurse.

Well, I have survived, and I want to tell that story and reach others in the hope that I may help them.

Into the silence came silence. I never heard back from Oprah or Ellen. I never received any acknowledgement that my plea was heard.

It was heartbreaking to not hear from these two wonderful women. I felt like I did not matter. I felt sad that neither of them felt my story was important enough for them to hear. I felt degraded because I had knocked at their door, and no one heard me knocking.

Many years later I wrote my book on surviving breast cancer, titled Screw Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Take Action Now. The New Mantra. The Controversial Rantings of a Breast Cancer Survivor.

I wrote my book with the desire to encourage others to take action rather than wait and see as I did. I listened to all the health care providers as they told me “ let’s watch, let’s wait.”

I listened to the breast specialist as she told me it was “nothing, nothing, go to school.” Sadly, I have known many others who have died from cancer while they were “watching and waiting.”

My book is small. Less than 120 pages, an afternoon read, but it has a very powerful message.

The book has been available on Amazon for almost a year. I still send out emails to television stations, newscasters, and others. I have sent out copies to nursing schools and media giants hoping they will see value in my book only to receive back empty silence.

It is heartbreaking to be caught in this void of emptiness. It brings tears to my eyes that nobody feels my story is worth their time.

Well, I have another story. A new story. One that has lay hidden for sixty-two years. It is a nightmare that has haunted me my whole life. It is a story that others need to hear. It is a truth that needs to reach others so they can tell their stories.

Would you like to know the name of the ghost who has haunted me my whole life? Would you like to know who the monster was that caused endless nightmares for years? Who the person was who left his little daughter with her heart filled with sadness for all of her days?

That ghost is my father as he molested me when I was eight and a half years old. That story has lay hidden, not to be revealed, until I wrote my book “Shattered Trust A story of Incest.” Both of my books are available on Amazon.

After writing my book on my breast cancer experience and continuing to be haunted by the waves of sadness that slammed into me at the oddest times. I decided that I would write my story in the hope of releasing the demons that haunted me. I had not decided to release the story in book format, but once I had written the words, I felt I needed to share the story.

Again, I have reached out to Oprah many times trying to find someone who is able to share with her or suggest to her stories that she might find noteworthy. Again, all I hear is silence.

I need help in reaching others. I am an unknown. I am a speck of sand in this great big world of the internet. Help me reach her so that she can hear the stories, and perhaps be willing to share my stories with others.

Both stories are of survival although I never thought of myself as a survivor until I wrote my books.

One of the statistics that I found states that every 9 minutes a child somewhere in this country is being molested by someone they know and trust, possibly someone they love.

Every 9 minutes somewhere in this country a child is being molested by someone they know and love. But I say those statistics are wrong because we know that most cases of incest and rape go unreported. Most victims do not tell their stories. Most cannot bear the telling of it.

I have decided it is time for my story to come out even though it has been sixty-two years (this summer) since the incest happened.

No one can tell another when to release their story. Recovery takes as long as it takes.

So, I want to ask, where is Oprah? How can I reach out to her? Who can open that magic door and let me inside? Will she ever be reachable in an unreachable world?

I am sending this out into the clouds hoping that someone will be able to help me share this story. If there is anyone who has an ear to the grapevine or a door to the garden of hope. Please help me.

I am not a Prince or Princess. I am not a famous newscaster. There are no stars surrounding my image. I am just someone with a story to tell who hopes to help others release their stories to the world as well. Stories that may put our demons to rest.

I have this blog and there is a contact page for anyone who wants to reach me. I would love for someone to reach out and tell me how to talk with Oprah. How can I send her my books and get my stories into her hands? May the walls of silence crumble and fall so that a gateway will open to the magic that is Oprah.

It is hard for me to ask people for help. I do not usually reach out to others. I like to pretend that I am strong and able. But today I am asking for help. I am going to send this blog piece out into the clouds once again. Out into the empty space. I hope it will travel through the universe hitting its target.

One thing you may not have noticed about me in reading my blog is that I always try to look on the bright side of things. I always lean towards looking at our blessings.

And for today I am going to say that if you have something that you want to share, if you have a dream then reach out as well, do not let fear stand in your way. The one thing that we can all do is try, try to get our story told. Try to make our dreams come true.

Do not let fear get in the way. Do not let life stop you. Do not become saddened by the silence that may greet you, but continue to tell your story so that somewhere the echo may be heard. Maybe someone will hear your voice.

And I will end this as I always end, with my heartiest wish that you may have a great day today, because you and I BOTH deserve it. And thank you for listening.