Lipstick und Coffee
She is Whiskey in a Teacup
  • Couple Intervention: Playing the Referee or Mother?

    I never want to be reffing couple disputes, but particularly not at 3 in the morning during the business week and right above our landlord’s flat.

    I do not dislike my roommate’s boyfriend, but he is over for adult sleepovers far too much. I have discussed the issue with Boho Chic and so far, he has only spent 3 of the past 4 nights at the flat. I can live with 3 nights a week, but I will be irked if he sleeps over more.

    Completely different dispute though, they went out drinking and I opted out because I am frankly tired of seeing the boyfriend and hearing his self-pitying, wounded artist, over privileged wealthy suburbanite moans & groans. I will admit that I am a light sleeper so I heard them come stumbling into the apartment around 1am.

    However, two hours later was when I would be jolted out of bed because of breaking glass and screeching emanating throughout the apartment.

    At first, I was initially worried that someone had broken into the apartment [There has been a crime spike in my area & since we have no air conditioning, I have been leaving the windows open to air out the flat], but then I heard Boho Chic’s familiar clomping wedge heels and the boyfriend’s high pitched screeches.

    I lay tangled in my blanket, hoping the drunk people would just wear themselves out and stumble into bed. Once I heard the first glass break though, I sprinted to the kitchen.

    The boyfriend was crying and calling her all sorts of derogatory female name. Boho Chic was just shrieking and decided to smash my coffee mugs in the dish drainer in a fit of rage. I basically grabbed Boho Chic before she could destroy my remaining dishes and told them they both needed a time out to cool off.

    Boho Chic pouted and ran into her room to grab her bedding to go sleep on the couch. I wanted to tell her that it is your bed, but I was just glad the screaming had stopped. Once the boyfriend stormed out to take refuge in her bedroom, I tried to find out the issue from Boho Chic.

    Between her drunken stupor and my sleep deprivation, nothing was making sense. All I understood was that she left for work without giving him a good bye kiss and he was still pissed. I was just glad I did not have deal her crying or puking so I got to go back to bed fairly quickly.

    However, just as I was getting ready to leave for work, the boyfriend began poking a sleeping Boho Chic that they needed to talk about her issues. I basically dashed out the door, forgetting my much needed coffee thermos [Work coffee machine is broken and we are all in mourning], because there was no way I was going to put myself in that situation.

    None of my other dishes better be broken when I come home.

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  • Just so everyone can get idea of what the assistant does all day instead of, oh say, the work I assign to him at any time.

    He usually does dumb stuff to irritate me because for some reason as an ivy league graduate at 31 whom has only flipped burgers other than the professional lunch grabber of the office he, he finds pleasure out of being petty and bothersome.

    Assitant really only has 2 daily tasks, 3 if one includes him grabbing lunch. He never does any of them, other than grab lunch, but I drowning in work today and I get an email from a client on an escalated legal matter that was a task the assistant should have accomplished.

    I confront him and he said he didn’t do it because he was not sure how to do it. How the hell do you not ask if you do not understand your work?!

    Then he emails our boss, Michael Scott, and I this wonderful picture of what he has been doing all day. I left work a few minutes early because I was just over the day. I understand my boss has a casual work environment and is easy going, but this is just absolutely over the line.

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  • Acceptance: Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

    It has been a slow and dreary week. My firm has not been nearly as cut-throat as usual, NY & NJ offices has only called me profane names a few times this week [To my face at least, but still unheard of]. The office has been more somber, these humid summer storms are keeping all of tucked away neatly in our offices as we ideally watching the drowning city from the 51st floor.

    It’s been an odd week, especially since I have been coming to terms that I am outgrowing this job and job will seem like a lifetime ago as I move on to other [And hopefully better] things.

    This lull in the week has also given me some time to reflect on other things in life and while things are perfect [Are they ever when you are 23?], there are few constants that I always appreciate. Probably one of the things I am most grateful for is, and will always be, my mum.

    This week I have been especially grateful for my mum’s acceptance.

    I would not say my mum wanted me to be one particular person, I think my mum always wanted me to be happy and she was not always quite sure how to handle that my life was never going to be cookie-cutter. Especially since some of my choices may directly affect what happens in her life.

    I am not quite sure that love, marriage, kids, or the like are really in the cards for me. I honestly find some strange comfort in this, it is not a thought that haunts me.

    What does bother me is that when I see how lovingly my mum interacts with young kids and knowing that she may never be a grandmother since I am her only child.

    However, I think what really bothers my mum the most is that I may never be loved, or at least loved once she is gone. My mum has brought up potential children once in a while, but she mostly brings up companionship and love to me at this point in life.

    As close as my mum and I are, there are a few subjects we never more than scrape the surface. My mum never dated after my father left and boys were always a taboo subject because of the monster my father became. She tries to reassure me that all men are not life my father, but I have never fared well in romantic relationships.

    There are a few things I have not written about CPA, and may not for a while because I am still trying to cope with feelings that I do not understand yet, but I can’t even stand a male touching me at this point. The few dates I have been on since CPA, I cringe even when a guy reaches for my hand. No guy deserves that much baggage and I don’t want to keep searching for a toad that makes me feel the least bad about myself.

    My mum didn’t always respect my thoughts or life choices when I was younger, but I am glad she is starting to view me as an adult [Even though I have a hard time seeing myself that way] and respecting my choices. Even if I am single and child-free forever.

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  • On my previous blog, I used to do a lot of beauty product reviews and outfit styling [Sorry, guys!]. It is something I really enjoyed and not really sure how I fell out of the habit, but I definitely want to start it back up again.

    Plus I know that being petite can serve as a challenge when trying to find affordable work outfits so always like sharing what works for me. The legal firm I work for is business casual so I can be a bit more relaxed my outfits. 

    This is my “Nautical Work Wear”

    • Navy Blazer: H&M [Exact]
    • Dress: American Eagle [Old; Similar]
    • Shoes: Mudd - Kohl’s [Old; Similar]
    • Purse: Rosetti - Kohl’s [Old; Similar]
    • Watch: Michael Kor’s [Exact]
    • Earrings: Aldo [Old; Similar]
    • Necklace: Maurice’s [Old; Similar]
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  • Expectation vs. Reality

    Oh yes, the dreaded health craze of fresh smoothies and juices. I am joining it.

    I am not someone that regular moderates what I put into my body. I am 23. I have a high metabolism. Who cares, right?

    I also grew up in a culture where “dieting” was not a thing because people walked/biked everywhere and “vitamins” were the weak because a person was supposed to get the recommended food pyramid from what they ate naturally.

    Once I started working and living in the US though, it was a far different story. I did not have time for any of that. I became one of the people I hated, walking and eating on my lunch breaks instead of enjoying a meal. Sometimes I don’t get out of my office until 20:00. I am basically eating whatever I can shove into my mouth the quickest and I am often too tired during the week to make myself a real meal.

    After my last stint in the ER when I had a blockage high in my digestive tract, the doctor recommended that I attempt to do a liquid diet because I would just keep getting sick and losing calories until we got the blockage taken care of.

    After the first few days of just drinking chocolate Pediasure for every meal, I knew this would get old quite fast. So I took to the beloved Pinterest to see if there were any easy and cheap ways to make my liquid diet slightly more exciting [If there can be such a thing for liquid diets].

    I really have to say, the fresh smoothies were more than “not bad”… They were actually quite good [Well, some of them anyway]. 

    I also realized I basically do not intake really anything except coffee and carbs during the week. I usually drink black coffee all morning, I have toast for a morning snack and carrots for an afternoon snack [Lunch does not exist at my work], and then rice or pasta for dinner. 

    So I have been trying to make shakes the night before so I can drink a shake either for breakfast or lunch as a meal substitute. I am not sure how long it will last, but I thought posting the successful recipes may help me form the habit.

    So this is a green tea base & citrus smoothie recipe I altered:

    • 2 cups Spinach
    • 2 tsb of Whey [I used Designer Whey french vanilla]
    • 1 Grapefruit [Peeled, frozen]
    • 1/2 cup of Green Tea
    • 1/4 cup of Almond Milk
    • 2/3 cup of Pineapple [Cubed, frozen]
    • 1 Banana [Frozen]
    • 4 Ice Cubes

    I actually really like this one and it is enough to make 2 servings so I don’t have to worry about awkwardly cleaning a blender every night.

    Grapefruit has always been my favorite fruit and I know it is supposed to be a huge metabolism booster for people that are trying to loose weight. I also am very bad at intaking Potassium because I don’t like the foods that contain it, but I like bananas in smoothies, it gives it a nice creaminess/texture. I also like the french vanilla whey because it adds more creaminess to the smoothie as well [And it is nearly impossible to find plain whey at the local groceries]

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  • The Baby Steps to Making Choices, Figuring Out Life, And What-Not

    Mondays are always my slow days at work. I have about an hour of actual work, I read for at least two hours from the mini-library stuffed in desk drawers, and I spend a few more hours with NPR & Reddit on my dual monitors so it at least appears I am doing something until I duck out early. Mondays are useless in my office, but I go to maintain appearances or the rare occasion someone might actually have a question about one of my legal files.

    On Mondays I never really mind my job. Sure, I do not love it, but I would rather be paid for doing nothing then sitting around my apartment and not getting paid. I also like the people I work with and my boss makes me feel at home.

    However, I know this serenity is always temporary. By Wednesday, I will want to kill Dwight in my office because of his constant trying to belittle my competence. By Thursday, HR will be questioning about another grievance my partner has filed against the NY office on my behalf for someone inevitably calling me a “bitch” or “cunt” because I pointed out their error. By Friday, my boss cannot offer me enough free lunches in the world to stay at the firm as I angrily apply to new jobs through Craigslist.

    I think one of my greatest struggles has been allowing myself to be comfortable in this current job since I am used to working towards a goal and trying to balance how long is enough time to be comfortable / when should I begin looking for a new job.

    Since I do not have a clear direction with exactly what I want to do with my life and no one is really complaining because I do have a comfortable / well paying job at 23, I have a hard time motivating myself to do it.

    Since I have chosen to focus more of my life on career instead of love/family, at least at this point in my life, I feel like I need to start directing my life for professional growth. There are 3 main possibilities I have been tossing around.

    1. Partnership. This is more of an offer my boss made. He has been pushing me towards law school and he wants to start his own firm, but is also flaky and since I have never wanted to be a lawyer [I ended up in the legal field as fluke] then I would never want to go to law school otherwise.

    2. Marketing. More so my passion. I am more into writing [obviously] and content development so ideally I would like to be a publicist or social media management.

    3. Going Abroad. As an immigrant, something I have always struggled with is identifying the place that I want to call home. Ironically, I do not think it is the motherland or the US anymore. My heart has been set on the Netherlands for a while because there is a good immigration treaty with them and there is quite a bit of work there for a freelance writer.

    I am not wandering completely aimlessly, it is just trying to figure out which is right for me and it seems too difficult to make such a great life choice at 23… But I am at least beginning to explore my options.

    I am meeting with a marketing recruiter tomorrow morning before work and I am visiting my ideal law school Friday so hopefully I will have a bit of a clearer picture once I have the weekend to digest everything.

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  • I Have a Way with Women… And It Doesn’t Even Involve Chloroform!

    As people start getting out of their early 20’s [Or maybe closer to any time after you turn 21], the club scene can get really old really fast. I love dancing, as long as I have enough liquid courage in me, but clubbing is an entirely different beast.

    The club is a place that is so packed, you can really only do the “box dance”. Clubs have outrageously priced drinks. Clubs are full of drunk and crying girls that are hogging the bathroom. Clubs have a lot of creeper guys that either do not understand “no” or that no girl is really interested in him rubbing his penis all over her butt.

    I went to go see a show, Bye Bye Liver [And it was phenomenally fun, I would recommend it to anyone over 21 visiting/living in Chicago] and as you may have guessed by the name of the show, I was drunk and definitely was not ready to go home when the show ended at midnight. So I hoped into a taxi and chose a dance bar close to my apartment [Even drunk me has foresight that drunker me will not want to stumble very far home].

    As soon as I walked into the club, I could see guys were already circling like vultures around the girls on the dance floor. Guys were essentially taking turns, trying to pull the lone girls to grind on them.

    I honestly do not mind going out alone. When people are drunk, you typically don’t get to spend time with the people you came with anyway and everyone loves everyone when enough alcohol is involved. I have also mastered two skills fairly well that help keep the creepers at bay.

    1. The Death Glare. This speaks for itself, if any guy is trying to force his dance moves on me, I usually do not even have to say anything anymore because stare of pure hatred speaks for itself. You are not welcome!

    2. Dance with Girls. Spending the night tearing up the dance floor with a random girl is always more fun than spending it with a creeper. She is not going to roofie my drink. She is not trying to take me home. She is also not going to try to dry hump me all night. In fact, she is probably going to join me doing The Sprinkler on top of the speaker boxes.

    Girls just want to have fun, right?

    However, this is also probably why I never get a date. I haven’t had a guy buy me a drink since I was 21, unless I was dating him. However, I score free PBRs and phone numbers from girls like a champ. The girl I was dancing with this particular night absolutely loved it, she danced with me until close and bought me more than a few drinks.

    As I walked out of the club, the bouncer patted me on the shoulder and laughed as he told me I could have probably taken that girl home. Maybe I need to rethink my tactics.

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  • Blog Edit[ions]

    I finally re-did my blog layout and I really like the theme better, though highly biased!

    I am still in the process of cleaning up some of the bugs [My additional pages are being buggers at the moment]. However, I made a few pages of things I either enjoy [Exploring my city or fashion/product reviewing] or things I am trying to work into my life [exercise & healthy eating]. 

    [And Instgram… Let’s face it, it is a fun addiction]

    And I think I might also begin posting pictures again. Pictures or complete anonymity is always a battle. I have gotten rid of a blog before because my privacy was compromised and an ex tried to use certain posts against me in my personal life. However, I keep my personal life and blog very separate now & no one has vendettas against me now, as far as I know at least.

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  • The Roommate “Talk”

    I always try to give any roommate I have ever had the benefit of the doubt, even if we did not personally get along well. I typically try to initially tell myself that I am the one that is imagining things. I am the one that is crazy.

    It is only when other people begin to point out the issues in my apartment that I give myself credit for not being completely crazy after all.

    My last three roommates have been close friends, which is always playing with fire when you choose to co-habituate with some of your best friends. I went through a streak where I did not get along personally with any of my roommates and I just ended up feeling lonely. I was elated when one of my friends, Noel, agreed to move in to me. There was nothing I wanted more than to come home from work and just have someone I can talk to.

    However, good friends do not necessarily equal good roommates… And this has always been my issue.

    The two friends I have lived with previously, Noel & Mel, are messy and never paid rent on time. I know that I am obsessively clean and neurotic so I try to tone myself down when I do have roommates, but some of their habits were just health hazardously bad. Noel would let meat go rancid on the counters and Mel would hoard dishes & garbage in her room so she didn’t have to clean it.

    I was really hoping that things would go more smoothly with my current roommate and closest friend, Boho Chic… But I should’ve known better.

    She has the typical issues I encounter with friend-roommates. She is messy and she doesn’t pay rent on time. I can deal with clutter, I have a “Boho Chic Bin” where is she has clutter sitting out for more than a week, then it gets thrown in the bin. Slightly more irritating is that it takes her about 2 weeks to get around to washing dishes. It is more so problematic at this particular apartment because we have an ant problem.

    However, there are 3 new and more irritating issues I have never encountered with friend-roommates:

    1. Chicos

    All of my friend-roommates have had FWB. Sleepovers and loud sex really don’t bother me in a roommate… But everything has a limit. Boho Chic’s FWB treats her poorly and I do not particularly like him personality-wise, but I actively try not to let this interfere with the roommate co-existing.

    However, FWB has been here for 2 weeks straight. He does not live here nor does he pay rent, he does not need to be here 14 nights in a row. He also has an apartment just a mile away, I have no idea why they are not taking turns with the sleepovers.

    2. Paying utilities [Or lack there of]

    I have had to have many conversations with that electricity is not brought to this apartment by a stork and my wallet is not a charity for the internet fund. I have to have a talk with her about this every single month and yet she still have not paid for utilities the entire time she has been here.

    She pays me her half of rent about a week late as it is, I couldn’t even imagine trying to get her to pay me her portion of the utilities.

    She is currently unemployed, but she has a trust fund so I have a hard time understanding what is the issue. 

    3. Respecting Personal Property

    I do not consider myself a materialistic person. However, I come from a very poor background and I worked very hard to pay for everything that is in this apartment. Everything in this apartment are things I have bought by myself with the exception of Boho Chic’s bed. Even though I am making a comfortable living now, I do not have the money to buy a new dining room table every month.

    Boho Chic is accident prone and a klutz so I try to give her room for error, but she has destroyed so many of my things and does not replace them. There are some things that I also just do not understand how she destroyed them, like ripping my spice rack [And some of the plaster] out of the wall.

    I called a “Roommate Meeting” and apparently her FWB now thinks that he is a roommate since he attended as well, just to calmly talk about everything we both could be doing better. I know I am not the perfect roommate either. However, Boho Chic just got flustered and went to her room because she was starting to tear up.

    I understand conflict is uncomfortable, it was not exactly my idea of fun to bring up issues that have been occurring within our home. However, we all have to face the ugly truth.

    If I stay in Chicago, perhaps I will get a 1 bedroom once this lease is over.

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  • No One Asks Questions as Long as Status Quo is Maintained

    I suppose I am not different than anyone else in their early-20’s… Hopelessly without direction and not a clue what you’re doing. The ultimate goal is at least pretend like you know what you are doing.

    I suppose it is just a jeering reality for me because I always have had direction, a purpose. I spent years fighting to stay school, financially support myself, and to be ahead of all my peers. Yet it does not feel like I have anything more or less to show for it than everyone else around me. I got a piece of what I was working for, a white-collar job with a comfortable income, but I know it will feel like all my hard work was a waste if I just plateau at this.

    Luckily I have the basics to satisfy the masses as a young 20-odd-something. I have a degree and I have a steady job where I am steadily excelling. Luckily since I am young, no one is really inquiring much about my relationship status or when the stork will be visiting. Overall, I am contributing member or society, or at least not burdening the society.

    My mum is happy with what I have achieved and she is the person I have ultimately been trying to impress. My accomplishments are nearly as much as her own. I have worked hard, but I would not have gotten here without my mum. However, my mum is striving for me to find my own happiness and I think she is slightly thrown off track because I am “unconventional”.

    I don’t necessarily know if I ever want to fall in love. I am starting to think that I might never want to be a mom. I know for sure I do not want the house with the picket fence or the SUV. I don’t find satisfaction in being “just a white-collar drone” because I want to be more successful than that.

    Ultimately, I am not happy with where I am and I am frustrated I do not know what I want.

    I truly envy my friends that seem to have this innate sense of self and a dream career/life since childhood. A lot of my current friends also have the luxury of holding off until they find the perfect job and they seem perfectly content waiting for it to happen.

    Even though I don’t like my job, I do find some comfort that it gives me some sense of purpose and it does bring a small sense of centeredness in my blip on the universe as I am trying to sort out exact who I want to be at 23. I have been looking at other jobs, possible abroad option, and graduate programs. Eventually something will make sense… I hope.

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  • Do You Take Your Family Gatherings with a Little Bit of Obnoxiousness or a Side of Awkwardness?

    In all honesty, I’ve always envied people that are close with their families. I come from a big family so everyone assumes that we are a merry lot, but the reality is far different.

    I have a fantastic relationship with my mum now, even though it has not always been that way. Maturity and honesty has really strengthened our relationship in recent years and now I regret the time we were not always this way. My Grams, was and will always be, my best friend. No one ever understood me or loved me quite like she did. I doubt anyone else ever quite will.

    Other than this, the remainder of my family borderline dislikes each other or openly hates, such as myself and Deuceface Cousin.

    I think none of the family knew how interact with my mum and I for a long time. She is the only divorcee of her family that had conservative religious roots, making me a bastard. My mum’s ex-husband was also an obvious substance abuser and his domestic abuse was turned into a public & legal display. When the family was not accepting or open to us for the years I was growing up so there really was no family connection when I was a kid.

    My mum only began repairing the relationship with her siblings a few years ago. I think the livelihood of their strict, religious step-mother really stunted the family growth and when she died, the siblings began re-connecting. I am happy for my mum, but she was unwarrantedly surprised when all the cousins and I did not follow suit.

    My cousins and I either openly dislike each other because of striking personality conflicts or are perfectly fine not forming a relationship because we were all used as pawns in the family war as kids at some point. There should be no realistic expectation to have a relationship now as we never had one as kids, we do not know what we are missing out as my mum and her siblings do.

    Some of my family is flying in, which is a rarity and only happens about every decade, reality has set in that I am in for an extended weekend of awkwardness next week. I have no communication with anyone in the family besides my mum and she has already been acting as the intermediary of familial messages to me since they all refuse to talk directly to me, whether it makes them uncomfortable or blatant dislike.

    I already know all the steps that will follow, as they have on every rare family gathering:

    •  I will be the only one arriving by train as the only big city resident of the bloodline.
    • Aunts, uncles, and cousins alike will either greet me with a nod or a slap on the shoulder that is uncomfortable for both of us.
    • I will grab a drink and begin telepathically trying to force everyone else to drink so we can exchange a few words.
    • Deuceface Cousin will inevitably insult me, my lifestyle, or my life choices within the first hour [Or all 3].  
    • This will lead my mum into coaxing me to drink more as her subtle way of apologizing how awkward this really is [And I probably will].
    • The aunt by marriage that is still oblivious to this family dynamic will try to engage me and continuously be confused by the rest of my family shunning me.
    • I will spend the rest of the weekend plotting my drinking and hiding spots.

    The only difference is this time I will not be able to excuse myself throughout the day to pretend to study for uni exams.

    I sometimes wonder if there are just such marring differences between the cousins and I that we could never gotten along, or if things could have been different for us if the family had not been so segregated when we were kids. There is only so much of a point in nostalgia or pondering the if’s and but’s. Ultimately I am happy and proud my mum left my father before things got worse, despite other sacrifices it implicated.

    I suppose at this point, I view close and happy families as an observant outsider. It seems nice and I understand how it could make someone very happy, but I don’t think a close family is in my deck of cards.

    I think my family understands the fate as well. I mean, once the older generation decided that is was the burden of us cousins to maintain the familial holiday traditional and we all agreed to just stop celebrating holidays together, it was hard to deny it.

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  • 1st selfie on this blog (And I will probably take this down later), but I’m so happy I finally has a decent hair day and it was especially humid!

    I usually have the hair of Orphan Annie by the time I step off the subway in the morning

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    • [At work & Dwight sneezes]
    • Me: Bless you.
    • Dwight: Since I am Atheist, I take offense your social etiquette and request you shut up next time you hear any of my bodily functions.
    • Me: Ah, I will not make the mistake of speaking again.
    • Dwight: Your sarcasm is unnecessary. You will not like the next surprise I have for you if you continue to disrespect me.
    • Me: Oo are you finally going to buy me a pony?
    • Dwight: No, you will get an 8 meter cardboard cut out of me to glower over you at your desk.
    • Me: A jackass is close enough to a pony, I will take it.
    • Dwight: MICHAEL SCOTT [Boss]! Did you hear what J called me?!
    • Boss: Yes. Don't walk into jokes like that if you can't handle them & don't act like a jackass.
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  • The Power of Yoga

    I do yoga, but I am really against this apparent American subculture of “Yogis”. However, my anti-yoginess is a completely different rant and essentially a conspiracy theory about how American marketing has a niche for exploitation.

    Although I do keep yoga as my “dirty little secret” so I do not get clumped in with the other young, white, culturally oblivious yogis; I really do have a deep respect for yoga. I originally began yoga in college. My campus offered a variety of free exercise classes and this yoga class was right before my night class so I thought why not try it?

    After my first session, I was hooked.

    I know, I sound stereotypical. I was just amazed how much better my body felt after one session of yoga. I had done pointe ballet for 13 years before I went to college and I spent a number of years competing nationally. While I really enjoyed ballet and would not want to give up all the memories I gained from the experience, ballet really tore my body apart at a young age. I have a lot of feet, ankle, keep, and back problems.

    Yoga truly does wonders for pain management and strengthening. I still try to do yoga daily. I at least do it every morning before I get ready for work so I can kickstart my energy level and not have to get sweaty like if I jogged.

    Since I began getting sick and after my hospitalization, I had not been able to do yoga because of my abdominal pain. Even after the hospital, I was still sick because they had not removed the blockage. The doctors said in my current state I would need surgery to remove it, but they believed they could remove it with a short in-office procedure since it was only a partial blockage. The catch was, I was not healthy enough and I was too “clogged up” to do the procedure at this point.

    I was supposed to follow up in 2 days and if I wasn’t better, then they were going to have to start discussing surgical options. Of course, I decided to give myself a few extra days before calling the doctor to see if I had any changes.

    I took all my prescriptions religiously and I changed my diet, hoping it would help. I was on an all-liquid diet so there was not anymore build-up behind the blockage, cut out alcohol and caffeine.

    Four days passed since I was released from the hospital and I was getting frustrated that I was not getting better, I was also dreading the idea of surgery and the cost.

    On the 5th day, I woke up in the wee hours on the morning because of abdominal pain. I couldn’t fall asleep so I decided to try to yoga to see if it would help me manage my abdominal pain. I decided to do about a 30-minute detox yoga session just to see if it would do anything for me.

    As soon as I sat up after I finished my yoga session, I had a strange feeling. My abdominal pain was manageable, but I also was finally able to “unclog” myself about 17 days. I cannot remember the last time I felt so physically relieved.

    I obviously am not gullible enough to believe yoga is the cure-all. The doctors and the medicine did a lot of the work, yoga was just finally pushed everything over the edge. Still proof that yoga is awesome.

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