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Populating Levels of Understanding

Well like a swift breeze, another year on earth has passed and my birthday came and went without pomp and circumstance.

The normalcy of everyday life, took its rightful place in precedence.  An average day in the average life, of an average human.

I’ve almost completely wiped away any traces of celebration from my life, and that seems an awkward space to inhabit.  The population is small here.  Almost all walks of life celebrate SOMETHING ritualistically.  Setting a space and time for certain revelry or observation.

I’ve now found myself only just ritualistically experiencing life.  Like one long plateau.  Everything sitting in a stasis, and the only interruptions come in the form of physical discomforts, and minor  mental disruptions.   The mountains are but ant hills and nothing is insurmountable.  One listens to the changing season and adapts accordingly. Accepting that change is inevitable, and it’s how we decide to flow with it that matters most.  Accepting the things that you can not change, knowing the difference.

All levels of consciousness, or unconsciousness, are just that… levels.  Levels of understanding or comprehension; levels of compassion and humility, levels of love and hate.

Every individual is a matrix of levels.  Those levels can shift and morph based on a situation, the environment and the people there.  Take for instance favoritism.  A teacher knows they will have 22 children in their class, and the teacher commits to care for each child equally, however rarely does anyone in any situation with 22 people, like or care for each one of them with total equality.

From day one of school, we are thrust into a situation with some strangers; some people we may know., some people who will remind us of other people, whom we may or may not like, some people who are nice, some people who aren’t nice, some people who are easy to talk to, and some people who are intimidating.

Each one of those people is a million different things on the inside, but on the first day of a new chapter in life, we tend to step into a position and stick with it, whether or not we realize it.  Even a teacher is being placated on the first day.  Each individual eye will assess the meaningfulness of the person in keep of knowledge and the peers next to them.  To peer is to look at.

These beginnings of the program allow us to populate levels.  You have bullies and teachers pets.  You have jocks and nerds.   These are the basic levels we populate based on our personal characteristics, our family histories, our interests and influences.  This is where we first start to separate ourselves from one another.  This is where we really start to fixate on how different each person is.  This separation from one another is uncomfortable, and in response to that discomfort we gravitate toward others who are similar and experiencing a relatable discomfort.

We populate levels of separation with walls of discomfort, building ourselves cells within a block.  Often times when we break out of our cells and move to new levels, the people we shared the block with, do not respond with kindness.  Moving to different levels can be seen as threatening because it causes disruption and more discomfort.  People enjoy familiarity and reliability, especially in discomfort.

Each person represents a complex code of these levels, cells and blocks.  Each day they are introduced to choices which will allow them to experience a new code, but it is by choice alone that one can willingly do that.  The system supports all things, and resistance is purely up to the player.

What no one tells you, early in the game, is that fact:  The system supports ALL things, and resistance is purely up to the player.

That is a pinnacle truth, and at this point in time, a level of comprehension (not understanding, as when we KNOW we no longer stand UNDER or are stood UPON ) looking to quickly be populated.  Those seeking to populate that level, MUST comprehend that we can no longer compartmentalize that which is already quite compartmentalized without seeing the totality of the compartmentalization.  The whole of function, the interconnectedness.

A body is a bunch of cells, which is a bunch of organs and bones and blood and ligament; but a body is also a person which is made up of thoughts, feelings and influences of spirit. And that human body is part of the body of humanity.  And that individual body goes to a school and is in a specific compartment called a class, which is divided by age and aptitude, and that school is part of a greater district. And that district is organized and led by individuals, who have specific jobs, and they are part of the Education system, which is a network that connects a broad area.  And you can see the totality of all of that, but each person in that network is populating other levels of life both within and without that system.

Our world is attempting to show us that we need to stop fixating of the division of the whole.  We have been inundated with our differences from the day we come into the world.  There is always some one around the corner to fixate on how we appear so different, ignoring all of the amazing ways we are exactly like one another.

Perhaps we are afraid that by honoring the sameness, we will lose our uniqueness.  But pointing out difference in a negative way, isn’t unique; in fact it stifles the ability to truly be oneself in the best and most supported way.  This is so hard for people that they manufacture new cells to exist within, showing us the extremes people will go to out of their discomfort of themselves, and the world;   that level of comprehension needs to be met before any of this makes any sense.

We need to reevaluate why we continue to put the whole of humanities despair on the shoulders of any ONE man, or Cell, or Block.  None of it exists without the whole.  It is OUR responsibility to ourselves and each other to come to that uncomfortable realization, so that we can willing gravitate to new levels of function within the program.

Each individual will continue to traverse levels and blocks until they realize it for themselves and act in accordance to that knowing on the highest ability they are able to express.

The greatest cataclysms a person will ever face, will be themselves on the inside, seeing their  own reflection in the world around them.  When you see yourself, will you break the mirror?  Will you wipe the dust off your reflection?  Will you promptly wash your face, or put on a mask?

The out come of the game, depends on you and only you.

Dry July- Level: Complete~ I Did It.

Well, folks, I did it.  It wasn’t painful and  I actually have money left over at the end of the month.

The last three days were the only days I actually started to “crave” a beer as a byproduct of what I can only assume, is my  still fluctuating hormones that are still attempting to find balance.   During those days, I ended up eating sweet treats that I rarely consume other wise.  I am not a big sugar eater, but since we all know alcohol is basically just sugars, I can see why  my inclination went that way.  (Not to mention, my family is addicted to sugar; my grandma has a junk food drawer, and my uncle is constantly bringing over boxes of pastries and sweets.)

I have successfully gotten to bed before 3 am;  my sleep is more restorative, and I have been consistently getting up before 9 am.  I’ve been working out 6 days a week and I finally dropped below 200 lbs for the first time in 3 years.  I’ve lost a total of 12 lbs; 22 inches over my body, 1.9  BMI points and 10.49% body fat.

Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I probably should have been taking pictures but the thought of doing that sort of terrorizes me.

I wish I had something inspiring to add to this, you know, to give it some climactic conclusion… but honestly I don’t.  In remedy I will leave you with a realization that has been forming in me for the last month, catalyzed by my TEDx experience:

When I found out that I was selected to be a TEDx speaker, my imagination went sort of wild.  I unrealistically was thinking that “this one opportunity would instantly change my life.”  And so, for the three months after being selected, as I got my speech together, this silent hope was spinning at the back of my mind.  That hope was that I had finally “paid my dues” somehow, and that I would be catapulted forward into a seemingly new life.  Honestly I had no idea what that might look like, but I wanted to believe I was ready for it.

I wanted to think that this one opportunity would open more hypothetical doors, and that the road blocks I had been experiencing, would just move to the side and let me through. 

In reality, none of that has happened.  TED and TEDx are HUGE platforms with thousands upon thousands of speakers and  I have the least viewed talk from this years event in Cheyenne.

After the actual event I was approached by several audience members who relate to my talk and were deeply moved by it.  Those individuals were so pleased to hear something that they could relate to.  They were able to have one of those moments where they knew they weren’t alone and I am happy I could facilitate that.

Sometimes, relation is what we seek, and we tell ourselves, once we find relation “everything will change” or “everything will be better”; however, relation itself doesn’t change much, it just brings some solace to situations and feelings that appear isolating.

The funny thing about relation, is we crave it so badly from others, when often times, we don’t even relate to ourselves and our own feelings and reactions.

Taking a month off drinking, I really had to relate to myself.  I had to work FOR myself.  I didn’t have the sedation to numb my boredom.  My brain wasn’t satisfied with my past behaviors, and so I had to physically move the road block to open the door myself.  Plenty of people were on the sidelines “relating” and encouraging me; but no one could move the block and open the door for me.  And really, I don’t even think I have fully moved the block out of the way enough to get to the door… yet.

Through TEDx, I was given the opportunity to see myself from the outside of myself.  I was able to disassociate enough to talk to myself like I would like a real friend to.  I told myself I needed to change some things, and instead of fighting myself, like I normally do; I stopped and actually listened and moved forward with my own good advice.  I realize now, that honestly I never would have taken that advice from anyone else, even knowing it’s true.  I realize I am kind of a rebellious personality that is triggered negatively by being told what to do, unless I ask for it; and I am much too much of a “know it all” to ask.

When I watch my TEDx talk, I am sad.  I am sad I let my body go.  I am sad that, that sadness and loneliness caused me to pack pounds of fat onto my frame as an added emotional buffer to the reality I face. I am sad that the more I packed on, the more isolated I became in my shame and disgust.  I’m disappointed that I have spent five years knowing better, and yet not listening to myself; always waiting on  some miracle that would never occur because I wasn’t working toward any miracles. I wasn’t doing much more than drowning in circles.

I am proud that I did my talk, despite being in a very low personal point with myself.  Before the event, the only thing that made me nervous, was being seen as fat.  I felt confident in my topic and talk, and my ability to project and perform…but I was scared shit-less that all the comments on youtube would be hatefully directed at my pudgy body.

Surprise, surprise; when your talk doesn’t go viral, you really don’t have to worry about rude comments on your video.  And as for the audience, they paid for tickets to the event; they weren’t interested in the event to talk shit about my body, they were there to participate in bigger ideas and cerebral stimulation.

All of my fear at potentially being judged by my body alone, was unsubstantiated.  And, perhaps that was the instantaneous shift that I needed to make some life changing decisions for myself.  Knowing that just because the decisions are life changing, doesn’t mean that your life is going to change “right now, this instant,” but that this one thing will create a ripple effect that will be life changing in the bigger picture.

The first week I started working out again, my weight didn’t seem to really change, but  I lost 3.85 inches.  It seemed like a drop in a bucket, absolutely insignificant, but I kept going.  7 weeks later, 4 of them alcohol free, I can physically see and feel a difference.  I made a life changing decision that is going to require my attention, participation and dedication.  A life changing decision starting in baby steps, and trusting myself.

 I am committing to put the work in, where no one else can and that sure is a confidence booster.

 

Well my lovely readers, this is the last post in the Dry July Series.  Thank you for following along, sharing it with your friends and pasting it around for people to see.  It’s been fun… but now I need something else to write about for a while… WHAT OH WHAT WILL IT BE?  I am still open to suggestions from the peanut gallery!

If for some reason you are just catching the tail end of this series and you wish to read the rest, click the links below.  Always feel free to share, comment and like.

And THANK YOU< THANK YOU< THANK YOU for taking this ride with me ❤

 

Dry July-Day 26~ Week Three Wrap Up

Dry July-Day 21~Unintentionally Committed?

Dry July- Day 17-19~ First Steps

Dry July-Day 16~Replacing Rewards

Dry July- Day 15~ Digging for Truth

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

Dry July- Day 11~ Where is the Energy?

Dry July- Day 10~ Compounded Ball of Stress

Dry July-Day 9~BandAid

Dry July-Day Eight~ Truth or Fiction

Dry July- Day 7~ One Week Summary

Dry July-Day 6~ Real Hydration

Dry July- Day Five~ Waiting

Dry July- Day Four- Independence Day

Dry July-Day Three- Epigenetics and Sleep

Dry July- Day 2- Eleven Facts

Dry July- Day One

Dry July

 

 

 

 

A Decade Plus One

Kevin,

Well, Li’l Brother; here we are eleven years later.  You existing in some special place in my heart and mind; and me, taking life as it comes.

It seems now, that the years are flying by while you are caught in some etheric arrested development.  Always almost twenty four.  Always a man child.

You know whats funny?  Even though you have been gone for over a decade, I don’t think that anyone’s dreams for you ever died.  If anything, everything they ever wanted for you, they now deem themselves worthy enough to seek out for themselves, in some honor and remembrance of you.  And I am sure you are aware of the weight that holds.

I know, that when you walked among us, you felt a distance no one truly understood, (except for maybe, me.)  I don’t know that you ever truly realized how absolutely adored and loved you were.  Maybe no one ever really does, you know?

That’s kind of the shits of dying… Sometimes it feels like a little too much, too late.   Funny thing about living with death, is that we get to sit back and see it all unfold before us.  How loss breaks us apart; how some people stay shattered, and some people try and put themselves back together, some with exacting precision and others haphazardly with pieces missing.  And then there are those who deny they were broken at all.

You changed lives.  You are still changing lives.  That truth is so heavy.  You have been gone the equivalent of almost half of your living, life.  You would be on the last leg of your Christ year if blood still coursed your veins.  Perhaps in some parallel reality you are living out those rock n’ roll dreams, still touching lives.

Some of us wondered, back then, how we could go on with out you.  Somehow, we’ve all made it this far with what little pieces of yourself you left behind, inside of our hearts and minds.  Of course, it’s never enough, but it will have to do.

If anything, I want to thank you for willing me your friends.  I don’t know if I would love them as deeply as I do, if not for you cultivating those relationships with such kind hearted humans.  I’ve taken them as my surrogate siblings, and they still honor your memory in the community, not that you were ever egotistical enough to go looking to be honored.  You earned it through your loyal friendship, talent and kindness.

I miss introducing you to people.  I miss saying “This is my brother, Kevin.”  I will always miss that.

There will be lots of people thinking about you today, more than usual.  I won’t be surprised if you let us know, you know whats up and that the feeling is mutual.

Love you, bro.

Your Big Sis.

Dry July-Day 21~Unintentionally Committed?

My friend and I were talking, and he asked, “So is this going to roll over into Dry August?”  And I thought about it for a moment, and this was my response;

“I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and I don’t know that I want to drink any more.  I thought maybe I would just wait until my birthday in September, but then it’s like, why throw away two and a half months of abstinence for one night?  I know I won’t feel great the next day, if I do.  My research has pretty much grossed me out.  My hormones are still out of wack,and even a small amount of alcohol acts as a hormone disruption. “

I went on to talk about my research into whether or not the body bounces back quicker if you have been fit in your life before, and indeed, studies show that muscle memory kicks in when you restart a routine that exerts your body on a consistent basis.   I mentioned that my trap muscles are really popping from even modified push ups.  I am noticing where my body is losing fat and looking to conform to the underlying muscles.

My friend says something profound, “ Drinking is sort of that way too.  Kind of like muscle memory.  If you start drinking again, it’s easier to just make room for it in your life again.”

We let our lives conform to it being there, consistently.  I am 21 days in; it’s hot out, and I haven’t craved alcohol at all.  I haven’t touched the four Lagunita’s IPA’s sitting in my fridge. (One of my favorite beers.)

Besides water, coffee and tea, I have decided maybe I will be a seltzer water snob.  I mixed some Q lavender seltzer with Q Ginger Spritzer, and topped it off Mountain Valley Sparkling Spring water; which created a delightfully light and bubbly beverage with a hint of zing, the essence of lavender alluding to a non existent sweetness and a dry finish.  The mouth was left feeling quite clean and refreshed.  So… I don’t know, it seems like something I could get into, creatively.   I have had one a night for a couple of nights, almost like a very clean night cap/ guilt-free dessert.   Honestly, even I find it fucking weird to be imagining flavored sparkling water recipes in lieu of cocktails.  And yes, frozen berries in the waters is an extra good treat.

I am still not sure how I am going to handle social outings.  If maybe I need to just bring my own glass and a bunch of bottles of sparkling water I intend to mix up and drink.  I mean, I think I could get down on that, but I am not sure how that works at, say, a bar.  We do have a new joint called the Ballroom, and they are all chi-chi with their drinks.  Perhaps if I show them some of my water mixers, they can carry what I need, then they can market the mixes with various alcohols, and like a margarita I will ask for mine to be prepared virgin?  I mean, if they started to carry a whole slew of amazing varieties of sparkling waters with flavor, I could go gung- ho on that, especially if they made their own with out sugar or sweeteners.

This has got to be one of the stranger posts I’ve put out there.  But, for whatever reason, I think this idea is going to get hip in a year or two.  And you can be like, “Oh yeah, that is old news.  Mandie, was doing that like two years ago.”  Artisan water shops will open up, really, it will be HUGE!  Just you wait and see.  😉

Thanks for tuning in again! As always, like, share, and comment.  Let me know if you want to help me start the Seltzer Water Social Club…LOL.

For previous posts click the links below, and have a wonderful rest of your weekend!  Tally-ho!

Dry July- Day 17-19~ First Steps

Dry July-Day 16~Replacing Rewards

Dry July- Day 15~ Digging for Truth

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

Dry July- Day 17-19~ First Steps

” The First Steps are the hardest, but once you take them, the path will magically appear.” -paraphrase of some lady on the internet, I don’t know personally.

Whether it be the first steps out of bed; into a new job, the gym, an AA meeting, or outside our own front door; first steps can be really, really fucking hard for some people.  Usually first steps mean walking into an unknown future.  It can bring about anxiety or fear.

Did you know that your body produces the same physical reactions during excitement and fear?   Both are nervous reactions managed by the Limbic system,  and stress reactions controlled by the Hypothalamus gland.

Psychology Today 

“studies have shown that if you learn to anticipate fearful situations then you actually activate the nucleus accumbens, which is the reward center of the limbic system (Klucken 2009). Thus knowing you’re about to be scared is actually somewhat enjoyable. But if the fear is unpredictable then it doesn’t activate the nucleus accumbens. So fear activates the hypothalamus in the same way as excitement, and when it’s predictable it activates the brain’s reward center as well. And that really gets at the heart of the matter. We don’t like fear per se, we like predictable fear. It gets the limbic system fired up, making us feel more alive, but we don’t have to worry about actually dying.”

There is a technique used to over-ride anxiety, tricking yourself  into excitement,  and actually it is pretty easy.

Imagine the “WORST CASE SCENARIO”.  I mean, THE WORST.  At first you may think “worst case scenario is no one likes me”, or ” people act like I am invisible.”

I say, go further.  “Worst case scenario is every one hates you, and is actively taking measures to try and kill you in some gory and painful way.”

Now, ask yourself, “How likely is that to happen?”  You will most likely respond to yourself, “That isn’t even logical.  So it isn’t likely to happen at all.”

Now compare the unlikely worst case scenario to what ever you were fearing about walking out the door.  How likely is it, that those fears will be reality, and even if they are, is it going to kill you?

Fear and anxiety are biological reactions toward self preservation in their most basic form, however when acknowledged with our conscious mind, they can serve as amazing warnings that trouble or duress may be afoot.

Have you ever met someone who immediately made your guard go up?  You may have even felt like removing yourself from this persons presence as soon as possible.  And you may say to yourself, “I don’t know this person.  Why do I feel such an aversion? ”  You let it go, and basically take no effort to build a relationship with this individual.  You may even avoid situations or events where you know this person will be there.  You silently decide, “you just don’t like their vibe.”  Years later you may find out that this person was abusive in their relations to people, and it’s like your internal guidance systems knew something your conscious mind was unaware of.

All of those same chemicals were working, but having some self awareness as to why your body is responding with those chemicals in a seemingly ordinary situation, helps us to observe what is an actual threat to our survival, and what is our fearful imagination running in over drive.

The more we are able to calm ourselves in stressful situations, the easier it is to differentiate fact from fiction.

So, when we go back to the idea, that first steps are the hardest, it’s best to take a retrospective and see how many first steps we had to take to make it to today.

We were all babies once, and I am sure we all fell down often when we were beginning to walk.  We had to fall down, and get back up, in order to build the muscles necessary to hold ourselves up for long periods of time.  We had to strengthen those muscles in order to walk long distances.  We had to strengthen them even more to run.

We’ve all had to walk into a room full of strangers at some point; unknowing if any of those faces would be our friends.

Life is uncertain without our participation.

If we shy away from first steps, we will never know where those paths lead.  If we allow fear to dictate our decisions, we will stay frozen in one place.  It is our personal responsibility to build a friendship with the Unknown.  To step into what we do know, which is that “nothing changes for the better, if we never venture out into the unknown” and “you never know until you try.”

Life begs our participation, and to participate you must over ride fear and step forward.

 

Side Note:  I apologize to my readers for taking a few days break from writing.  I was feeling blocked in what to write about, so I didn’t force it.

Tomorrow marks 21 days… am I on my way to breaking an old/ building a new habit?  We shall see.

I appreciate all the positive and encouraging comments this series has received.  I love the conversations some of these posts have provoked, and suggestions that have been shared.  Keep them coming.

As always feel free to share, like, comment and follow along on the Madge Midgely blog.

May your day be splenderific.  Links to past posts below!

Dry July-Day 16~Replacing Rewards

Dry July- Day 15~ Digging for Truth

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

Dry July- Day 11~ Where is the Energy?

Dry July-Day 16~Replacing Rewards

I went ahead a got a month long trial to Audible.com because I wanted to listen to a book entitled “The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do In Life And Business” by Charles Duhigg, that keeps popping up in my research into habits and addictions.

This book is fantastic because it relates how our habits are more than just personal decision making as an individual; in fact it blows the idea up into the macrocosm of Fortune 500 companies like Starbucks, and how their business model and positive practices are actually designed to trickle down into the personal lives and decisions of their employees.  Or a company like Target, that uses high tech algorithms to predict shopping habits of their patrons, and can go so far in their predictions to know when a woman is pregnant, all based off data collection.  Even National Sports team coaches use habit strategies to create award winning teams.

The Power of Habit talks about experiments in brain function, and takes us further into the understanding of why we do, what we do.  It is a topic that can be related to every aspect of living. Even mundane things, we never think twice about.    For instance, I never realized most people put on their shoes the same way every day.  Usually, right foot first.

 I usually just jam my foot into which ever one is closest, or seems easiest to get my foot into.

I mean, think about it.  What shoe do you usually put on first?  Is it intentional?  Most likely it goes back to when you were first learning how to tie your shoes, and most likely you had an adult there trying to help you make sure you had the right shoe on the right foot.  Most likely because “right” is a direction and a side, you were programmed to put the right shoe, on the right foot, first.  Thus began a pattern, a muscles memory, a ritual, and ultimately a habit you no longer think twice about.

The book says that you can not just eliminate a bad habit, you have to replace it.  Habits stimulate reward receptors in our brains.  If you get the right shoe on the right foot, the reward as a child, is your adult telling you “good job!”,  the reward once we actually learn the difference for ourselves, is not having painful feet.

Chemicals like alcohol are a bit more complex with their reward triggers due to how the chemical of alcohol directly influences the chemicals in our brain.  When we look forward to that drink after a hard day at work, we know it will help us relax, but it isn’t the alcohol in and of itself that creates that feeling.  It is the fact that drinking stimulates dopamine produced in the brain, and dopamine feels great. Alcohol also blocks stimulation in the frontal cortex where our decision making and inhibitions originate, making it easier to “shut off” what we don’t want to think about.

We can get our bodies to release dopamine in ways much healthier than drinking.  So ideally, in cessation of alcohol, it is good to figure out what our perceived reward is, and to replace that behavior with a healthier habit that triggers that same reward feeling.

For me, I am trying to get addicted to being sweaty.

I am working out every day.  I think I have only taken two days off in the last three weeks.  Every week, I am pushing myself to go further, faster, longer.  I am training myself to wake up to look forward to it, because I am starting to see subtle changes, and I am curious enough, at this point, to see where I can go.

Learning more about how the body, mind and chemicals keep us going, helps me to motivate myself.  It gives a purpose and a first hand knowledge to the process of change.  It takes my mind off of wanting a drink, and snaps it into wanting to know more about all the reasons I logically and physiologically do not need to consume alcohol.

My knowledge reward centers appear to be stronger than my alcohol consumption reward center.  Hmmm, this might be the only time that being a “know it all” is actually coming in handy.

Have you replaced a bad habit with a good habit?  What was it?  Tell me about it.  Do you have any strange habits with strange origins that trigger your reward centers?  Do you struggle with OCD?  I want to hear about it.  Post your story in the comments, please!  Pass this post around to friends and family, and leave those LIKEs where I can see them.

Click the links below for more sobriety content, and have a lovely day!

Dry July- Day 15~ Digging for Truth

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

Dry July- Day 11~ Where is the Energy?

Dry July- Day 10~ Compounded Ball of Stress

Dry July-Day 9~BandAid

Dry July- Day 15~ Digging for Truth

Well, I am hopping back down the bunny trail, following tid-bits and traces of truth until I pop down a rabbit hole with no end.  It’s fun.

Have you ever had an inkling that something physical in your body is reacting a certain way, because of controllable behaviors, but since you aren’t a biologist or scientist, you just chuck your theory to the corner of your brain with other hare brained ideas that you discarded.  Skip the research phase and then just went back to life as usual?

I have had the exquisite opportunity in my life, to know things, and to pick up information out of what seems to be thin air.  Sometimes it is mathematical formulas, sometimes it deals with biology; sometimes it’s the silent struggle of another human.

I am a magnet for knowledge.

About a month or two before I started Dry July; I started to notice all these short white hairs at the root line of my blonde  hair.  So I pulled a few out to further investigate.  Sure enough, yeah, they are solid white.

“Fuck.  I’m too young for this.  I wonder if I am going into early menopause.”

The thought has been bugging me for two months, but it wasn’t until yesterday, that I did the research.  “Google: alcohol, women, early menopause.”

“In human females, alcohol ingestion, even in amounts insufficient to cause major damage to the liver or other organs, may lead to menstrual irregularities (Ryback 1977). It is important to stress that alcohol ingestion at the wrong time, even in amounts insufficient to cause permanent tissue damage, can disrupt the delicate balance critical to maintaining human female reproductive hormonal cycles and result in infertility. A study of healthy nonalcoholic women found that a substantial portion who drank small amounts of alcohol (i.e., social drinkers) stopped cycling normally and became at least temporarily infertile. This anovulation was associated with a reduced or absent pituitary LH secretion. All the affected women had reported normal menstrual cycles before the study (Mendelson and Mello 1988). This finding is consistent with epidemiologic data from a representative national sample of 917 women, which showed increased rates of menstrual disturbances and infertility associated with increasing self–reported alcohol consumption (Wilsnack et al. 1984). Thus, alcohol–induced disruption of female fertility is a clinical problem that merits further study.”  – National Institute for Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism.

Further down this article, it says “Recently investigators have provided several insights into the possible mechanisms underlying alcohol’s disruption of the female cycle in the rat model. First, research shows that alcohol–fed rats have a temporary elevation of estradiol (Emanuele et al. 2001). Human studies have produced similar findings (Mello et al. 1993). The effects of estrogen on reproductive cyclicity are complex. In some situations, estrogen stimulates the hypothalamic–pituitary unit (Tang et al. 1982); in other situations, it is inhibitory. This short–term elevation in estradiol may be part of the mechanism underlying the alcohol–induced alterations in estrous cycling. ”

Estradiol is the hormone most predominate in menopause or when a woman has her ovaries removed.

“Estradiol, like other steroids, is derived from cholesterol. After side chain cleavage and using the Δ5 or the Δ4– pathway, Δ4-androstenedione is the key intermediary. A portion of the Δ4-androstenedione is converted to testosterone, which in turn undergoes conversion to estradiol by aromatase. In an alternative pathway, Δ4-androstenedione is aromatized to estrone, which is subsequently converted to estradiol.[45]

During the reproductive years, most estradiol in women is produced by the granulosa cells of the ovaries by the aromatization of Δ4-androstenedione (produced in the theca folliculi cells) to estrone, followed by conversion of estrone to estradiol by 17β-hydroxysteroid dehydrogenase. Smaller amounts of estradiol are also produced by the adrenal cortex, and, in men, by the testes.[citation needed]

Estradiol is not produced in the gonads only, in particular, fat cells produce active precursors to estradiol, and will continue to do so even after menopause.[46] Estradiol is also produced in the brain and in arterial walls.”

The biosynthesis of estradiol-like compounds has been observed in leguminous plants, such as Phaseolus vulgaris and soybeans.[relevant? ][47] where they are termed phytoestrogens. Thus, consumption may have oestrogenic effects. In light of this, consumption can be counterproductive to patients undergoing treatment for breast cancer, which usually includes depriving the cancer cells of estrogens.”  – Wikipedia

Not only does alcohol consumption mess with a woman’s menstrual cycles ;it can have negative effects on fertility, encourage early menopause and loss of bone density.

Alcohol has a large effect on our (men, women, children and the elderly) hormone balance, which over a long period of time can create epigentic  mutations in the DNA.  If that doesn’t scare you… I don’t know what to say.

There are a lot of phytoestrogens in alcohol.

” Alcoholic beverages contain not only alcohol but also numerous other substances (i.e., congeners) that may contribute to the beverages’ physiological effects. Plants used to produce alcoholic beverages contain estrogenlike substances (i.e., phytoestrogens). Observations that men with alcoholic cirrhosis often show testicular failure and symptoms of feminization have suggested that alcoholic beverages may contain biologically active phytoestrogens as congeners. Biochemical analyses have identified several phytoestrogens in the congeners of bourbon, beer, and wine. Studies using subjects who produced no estrogen themselves (i.e., rats whose ovaries had been removed and postmenopausal women) demonstrated that phytoestrogens in alcoholic beverage congeners exerted estrogenlike effects in both animals and humans. Those effects were observed even at moderate drinking levels.”  – US National Library of Medicine National Institutes of Health.

Ultimately, hormonal imbalances can create a lot of internal problems, and make the body more susceptible to diseases like cancer.  For instance, men who are heavy drinkers of beer, over time can  grow enlarged breasts, sometimes referred to as “bitch tits” or “breasticles”.  Potential for breast cancer in these men is increased, because those extra estrogens are not meant to be circulating in the male body.  Add in that estradiol is produced outside of the gonads, and you have a physiological shit show.

I am certain if more men and women understood the chemistry of long term over consumption, and the potential of consumption to feminize the male body as well as increase potential for disease in both men and women; they would probably step away from the liquid poison in lieu of self preservation.

When we think of alcoholic diseases, we primarily think of cirrhosis, maybe kidney failure, and nerve damage.  We neglect the fact that ultimately alcohol effects hormones, and hormones are a huge factor in how we function and feel on a daily basis.  Hormones effect every thing in our body.

I don’t know about you, but I come from a family history of hormone problems.  

Now a days, we all probably have have at least one alcoholic in our family ( and if you can’t figure out who it is, in your family, then it’s probably you.)   Take a moment to think about that person.  How do they look?  Are they overweight or underweight?  Does their skin look distressed or damaged and broken out?  Do they look older than their age?  All of that is due to hormone imbalance provoked by alcohol.  Gross, right?

Just quitting, will not immediately reset your hormone imbalance.  Alcohol also acts as a diuretic, and can cause vitamin and mineral deficiencies. It can take months and sometimes even years, to get the body back in balance.  For some people, who have abused their body for years, the damage is irreversible.  Nerve damage can effect mobility, and a lack of mobility will prevent exercise and weight loss which can help hormones re-balance and purge some of that stagnant estradiol in the fat cells.

We are but science experiments unto ourselves putting ourselves at the mercy of medicine when we’ve abused our bodies beyond their threshold. 

I fear that the next few generations are going to crash and burn earlier than they would otherwise, for the abuses they’ve self inflicted.  Hopefully these blogs reach those who need this information right now.  I believe knowledge is not only power, but empowerment.

Is this series inspiring you?  Have you noticed the degrading effects of alcohol on your own biology?  Tell me about it in the comments section, (if you are brave enough 😉 . )  Please feel free to share this post with friends and start the conversation of conscious consumption.  Please hit the like button if you gained some insights from this piece of writing.

Click the links below for my previous Dry July entries!  Cheers!

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

Dry July- Day 11~ Where is the Energy?

Dry July- Day 10~ Compounded Ball of Stress

Dry July-Day 9~BandAid

Dry July-Day Eight~ Truth or Fiction

Dry July- Day 7~ One Week Summary

Dry July- Day 14~ Dry Friday

How the hell does one “enjoy” social outings, as an adult, without a head shift and a fist full of beer?   They don’t.  They leave the social gathering and go to Ross an hour before they close, where they spend the money that they didn’t use on alcohol, on some random cosmetic products.

Yep.  That was my Friday night.  I went and spent money on stuff I don’t really need, in lieu of drinking.  You know what?  Drinking is actually far more fulfilling to me, then shopping.  I think I might be more grossed out by the senseless consumerism of people, than I am at my own drinking.  And yet, I’d rather be in a store with all those mindless consumers, then being sober hanging out with drunk people.

On the way home, I said “I’d actually rather spend my money on drinking, then buying stuff I don’t need, and probably won’t actually use.  I know exactly what I am getting with alcohol.  I know exactly what I spend toward it; the worst part is taking out the trash.”

The only real draw back to drinking is how horrible it is for internal function in longevity.  Oh, and those people who turn into raging idiots when they drink, they are a draw back too.

A person doesn’t have to be around others to drink.  Solo drinking is definitely a thing.  It’s slightly cheaper, and you don’t have to deal with the bar scene or potential drama.

You can drink at your own pace at home.  ( I can easily drink a six pack over six or seven hours and never feel anywhere near drunk.)  That is my speed of drinking.  Browse the internet, leave some kind messages.  Play a game, go read my blogs to my grandma. Paint a picture, dance in the back yard.  All those thing pair well with any spirited fluid of my choice.  There is rarely drama, and since I am already at home, I don’t need to drive anywhere.  Risks are basically managed, and if something dumb does happen; I only have myself to blame.

When you add more people into the mix, you have a potential for what I like to call “competitive drinking.”  One person finishes their drink quickly, and wants another,  and asks everyone else if they need another; then it snow balls into people buying rounds and shots and shit like that.

Home drinking with a “competitive drinker” is THE WORST.  Competitive drinkers at home, do not drink beer or wine, and they do not use glasses.  They rarely pick their poison by quality, rather by price point and measured volume for maximum impact.

Competitive drinkers ARE ALL ABOUT getting drunk.  That is the prerogative.  They want to get drunk quickly, most often you will see them drinking straight from a liquor bottle.  They are the first to be sloppy, and often times the first to pass out in an uncomfortable and somewhat compromising display.  In their sedated state, sprawled and limp, it’s hard not to be disgusted.

Fridays are a weekly holiday for Competitive drinkers.  I call it, “The Amateur Hour.”   After being responsible all week; why not act like a bumbling fool come Friday night?  Take a load off, and whatever you do, Don’t drink any of  the water someone is bound to offer you!

Late night Friday, I am up and writing.  Sirens are coming and going every half hour or so.  It’s definitely a busy night for law enforcement.  The idiot parade is at it again.  Not my monkeys not my circus.

I fell asleep around 1:30-2:00 am, grateful I wasn’t out, or on the road, or in the company of those who lost touch with reality hours ago.

I guess it’s those small gratitude’s that matter.

 

A Thank You and an I Love You,  to all my dedicated readers and new followers! Thanks for continually showing up,  I hope you are enjoying this series.  I would love to hear about some of your worst nights out.  What happened?  Spill the deets in the comment section!  I am always grateful for thumbs up and likes, so don’t hesitate to press that button along with the share feature!

Have a great rest of your weekend!  Cheers!

 

Links to previous posts below….

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

 

Dry July- Day 13~ Recycle Cycle

Well, I did it! Two days in a row, even!  

Yep, I got up before 8 am on less than eight hours of sleep AND started my day with something other than coffee!

Admittedly today, I was hesitant.  I got up and peed, and I went back to bed, and I laid there, and I didn’t fall back asleep in five minutes, so I got up, and got going.

The amount of time it takes to boil my tea, is just the right amount of time to do some high intensity body weight exercises.  It gets the blood pumping and that is nice.  If I can keep this up, I am definitely going to make some incremental changes in my routine, which I must admit, would be very healthy.  For now tea and exercise is a move in the right direction.

I have a small art commission I am needing to get on top of.  It should really only take a few hours, but I need to apply myself and focus. On one hand, I do some of my best creative work when I am running the wire; on the other hand, it’s always nice to get commission projects done and out of the way.

Stylistically, when I paint, I rarely plan, or know what will come out of it.  It’s experimental, it’s intuitive and really non judgmental for me to create.  I just love color, and form.  With commissions, it’s different.  A person, ( often times a stranger) wants something specific, right?  And they see samples of your work, your personal artistic style, and they think “I like this, I want them to do ….”.   As an artist, you can always say “no” if it doesn’t fit you in some way.  But most artists like to make money, and a commissions can pay well.

Anywho, I always wonder what people think when they commission me for work, because I don’t know how my work actually fulfills or translates their vision, (if they have one) or if perhaps they are like me, and they walk in with out expectation.

I haven’t ever had a complaint… so I guess that is good.  I mean, if someone didn’t like something, I kind of hope they would tell me but if they did, I might be inclined to think they were just out to take their internal complaints about something else going on in their life, on some stranger; whom they just paid to worked hard on creating a one of a kind piece of personal vision.

But that’s just me getting all psychoanalytic about it.

This brings me back to changes in the schedule.  I want my creative mojo back.  Writing is great, and I love it.  But I don’t plan that either.  I have no vision of what I will write when I write. Mostly I get one line, and when I sit down to write it, everything just flows from there.  No complaints, but, I am sporadic, and I fluctuate between art mediums like leaves change in season.  This creative constipation, has me boiling for the right inspiration to let free the flood gates.  Because I know, that these long term spells of no creativity, means I was in some other hyper-aware state, picking up on different things.

Eventually I will channel all that into a series of creative projects, much like this series of blogs.  It all sort of explodes and then unfurls in my own personal cycles.

Even my exercise life goes in cycles of activity and no activity.  Healthy, and not as healthy.  I feel very mutable to people and environments because I spend most of my time watching what is happening around me, and it’s strange stuff.  I’m constantly picking up unspoken information around me.  It’s always been that way.

Creative constipation is like, filling your body full of observation to the point you can’t handle any more information.  So one day you pick up a brush, or a pen, or an instrument and something just explodes out of you.  With maybe one line or note or color preference, usually with some mania attached; all that stuff you had been processing for months or years, just spills out in a frenzy.

It’s like trying to chase the wind.

Usually after that initial explosion, (for me) that is when the unfurling begins.  I then start several projects all at once, and work on them simultaneously. I work in layers and it tends to be about the drying game.

So, I don’t know.  There is a time to plan and structure, and there is solid credence in honor of going with the flow.  Again, I repeat, EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY!  We might as well make the most out of those shifts and changes in mood and participation.

Do you go through cycles of creativity, or mood?   Do they coincide with seasons, or maybe the anniversary of a loved one dying?  Maybe you don’t like your birthday, maybe you love Christmas.  How do you deal with those times when your normal activities don’t interest you?  How do you contain your excitement when you bust out of that, or have something to look forward to?

I would love to hear about it in the comments!  If you like this post, click a like and pass it on!  Click the link below to read yesterdays post, and for links to previous posts in this series.

Cheers!

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

 

Dry July- Day 12~ Handle ThySelf

All desire Self Authority; Few seek Self Mastery.

A Philosopher; A Priest, a Rabbi, a Motivational Speaker, a Yoga Instructor, a Coach, a CEO, a Professor and Jesus all walk into a bar.  Bartender asks, ” What’ll it be?”  Jesus says ” Nine empty shot glasses.”  The bartender replies, “Is this a joke?”  Jesus says, “No, it’s our monthly meeting of the Self Mastery Social Club.”

Self Mastery is a life long relationship, you may not realize you are balls deep inside.  Some take it in stride, and others shrivel away from the ride.

Have you ever dropped a relationship; a habit, an obsession, a food, a style or a job, like it was a hot potato?  Have you ever just woken up one day, and said to yourself “That isn’t for me anymore?”

Chances are, that you have, and might not even realize the weight of that decision until years later.  Not until you look in retrospect and see how your life changed after making that one little decision.

We are faced with Self Mastery scenarios everyday.  It can be the difference between saying scathing remarks under your breath, or taking a time out to reassess our latent aggression.

There are endless paths to Self Mastery… but sadly, since we are all human; Self Mastery does not equate perfection.

You might be a champion bowler, but your underhand soft ball game is WEAK!  But if you respect bowling and don’t give two shits about softball, what does it matter anyway?

There are several worlds of thought when you get down to Self Mastery.  The Philosopher may believe that Self Mastery, is having their philosophy out in the world.   A Priest may see it as compassionately serving their troubled congregants.  A Rabbi might see it as learning the Mystic Teachings.  A Motivational Speaker may see it as sharing how they overcame adversity.  A Yoga instructor might see it as working through poses.  A coach may see it as producing an All Star Team.   A CEO may see it as building a successful and profitable business from the ground up.  A professor may see it as how many publications they have made, and how many graduates they’ve had.

All of these things are external expressions of the work people put in to trying to better themselves and thereby help the world around them.  Still, these external reflections are not the depth of Self Mastery.

I interpret Self Mastery to be: a hyper-awareness, and a hyper-vigilance toward knowing; listening and doing what is truly best and most healthy in mind, body and spirit for ones self, regardless of  external influences such as environment, company, or perceived judgement.

Basically,  One then takes on, also a hyper-honesty, because when you act from that place, it’s almost like someone is always watching and keeping record of your accountability.  Funny thing though, is the One who is watching You, IS YOU.

Self Mastery isn’t going to go hide in the cupboard eating candy and then deny it later. Self Mastery goes hand in hand with Self Authority and Self Responsibility.  Those three can be some tough mothers.

Most people want to be better then they are, and it’s totally within their control.

Are you one of those people?  If so, sit down and ask yourself what your personal definition of Self Mastery is.  Is it something you can work on, knowing you will never be perfect, and that you will have off days?  Can you reconcile that with yourself, in order to be even a little better tomorrow, than you were today?  I mean, you have the rest of your life to work on it, and it’s kind of like planning to go to the gym; the hardest part is showing up.  But, hey; You would be showing up for You. (Did you know, you are the only person who can truly do that for you?) A better you, is going to be great for you and everyone you deal with on a daily basis.  I would encourage you to take a risk on yourself and give it a go.

 

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If you haven’t caught the rest of the Dry July Series… clicky clicky the links below!  Cheers!

Dry July

Dry July- Day One

Dry July- Day 2- Eleven Facts

Dry July-Day Three- Epigenetics and Sleep

Dry July- Day Four- Independence Day

Dry July- Day Five~ Waiting

Dry July-Day 6~ Real Hydration

Dry July- Day 7~ One Week Summary

Dry July-Day Eight~ Truth or Fiction

Dry July-Day 9~BandAid

Dry July- Day 10~ Compounded Ball of Stress

Dry July- Day 11~ Where is the Energy?