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3 Days with Down Dog

As I have gotten older one thing I have noticed is I am getting stiff. I know some of you are probably thinking, okay sure; or it happens to the best of us.It is just a part of life. Well, I am going to just put it out there. I say NO!!! Not today Satan.

See here’s the thing, I was told when I was ten; around the time I started deciding to ask my own questions to the doctor that there is no cure for cerebral palsy, and not just that horrible news, but also that it will get progressively worse. I am starting to see that happen. AND I’M ONLY 24.

I am not one to wallow. I did something. I took my smartphone and instead of going on Instagram. I downloaded an app for yoga. It is called Down Dog Yoga for Beginners. It 3 days long. Each session is a little longer than the first. You can choose different types of workout depending on the results you want to achieve. I chose flexibility I did the flexibility plan for 3 days

Day 1

I admit it on day one I was thinking to my self, OOOh this is easy. I can do this every day. This aint nothing. It was true, day one was super easy. I could not touch my toes, but it was just day one. It would come. I did not have any issues accomplishing the poses. It really was not painful either. It lasted 10 minutes, and I was not tired or sore afterwards. I actually felt like I had some energy that I have no idea where it came from too.

Now what I did have issues with, and what I recommend before starting any yoga exercises or yoga class, Get a yoga mat. I thought I would be okay to do my first day on a folded up sheet. Bad idea #epicfail. I slipped and slid the whole time. This is also why I skipped a day between day 1 and day 2. I went and bought a yoga mat . They don’t have to be expensive. The one I bought was 5 bucks from the Five Below in Pooler. Also, it was super cute and a decent length, which comes in handy for my next point.

The next issue I encountered, and I don’t really wanna call it an issue because it involves Molly, my fur baby (if you can think of a different word for me put it in the comments).is unless your fur babies have an interest in yoga find something to entertain them. Molly, whom I love like my child tripped me up this first day, so many times. She also proceeded to lay down on the sheet where I was trying to do yoga. I don’t know what she was trying to do, but it was not downward dog.It did make for some cute pics though

Day 2

I felt it. I was sore I felt the muscles pull. I was sweating by the time it was over. I guess that meant it was working. Day 2 was 12 minutes long. It involved new poses. They utilized the mat more. I was doing poses laying down standing and sitting. On the first day it was just sitting. The yoga mat was a Godsend. It is long enough I have plenty of room to do yoga and Molly can lay on it too. Day 2 really just built on day one.

Day 3

Longest 18 minutes of my life. I hated day 3. My husband had to spot me because I was not able to keep my balance during a pose. It deter me, and I finished the whole workout, but I laid there for a good half hour afterwards. They combined everything I learned on day one and two. After it was all over I was able to see how it helped. I had more energy during the day and I even noticed some increased flexibility.

The for beginners app only has 3 days of workouts. I recommend it for people who are new to yoga. The parent app just down dog app has more than one day and a paid options as well as free ones. I have continued my yoga journey using the down dog full app.

Are you a fan of yoga? Are you considering trying yoga? What do you think I should write about next, or try next? Let me know in the comments.

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Life on the Banwaggon: My struggle with anxiety

I have been debating since last Saturday whether I should post this post or not, but I have realized I should. I know I am not alone in my struggle, and maybe I can help someone else. But also, because this past month has been the worst it’s been in long time. Maybe writing it out can help.

My life has changed a lot in the past few months. I moved from my beloved town in Georgia to West Virginia, and in April I am moving back. That has sparked up a lot of jitters and feelings since I hate drastic change. It has come with consequences.

As you all know from a previous post I had a read-a-thon event I was participating in. Well I did very little to participate. I read a total of 75 pages. What I actually did was spend all day that Saturday and Sunday in bed crying my eyes out, worrying incessantly, and not being able to do anything worthwhile.

If you haven’t guessed by now my severe case of anxiety won me over. I am not telling you this because I want pity. Growing up with cerebral palsy and in foster homes got me that enough. I am just writing this because I need to get it out, and it might help me understand it. Plus, my readers might like some explanation as to why Sleeping Beauties was not done last week.

When this hits its crippling. I lost interest in everything. I can’t focus on anything except for what I am worried about, and I get so frustrated. It is incredibly frustrating because I know that what I am worrying about is not anything to worry about. At least not really, but my brain makes me think otherwise. So, I wonder why if I know this do I keep worrying so much.

I also do this thing where I avoid going out. I struggle with meeting new people. Which is interesting because once people get to know me I am at ease, and I do make friends easily, but I am usually not the one to make the first move. Even in my home though, when my anxiety hits I am locked in my Britt Cave and I don’t come out. I think it is frustrating for my family because they don’t understand. My fiancée gets its anxiety, but he just tells me everything will be fine. When every inch of my brain screams otherwise that’s the last I want to hear. I love him for trying though.

I look back over these past five or six when it really got bad, and I wonder what happen to the carefree person I was. And how do I stop this?

I don’t know if this speaks to you, but as I said I think I just needed to get it written out. I also wanted you to know why Sleeping Beauties was written a week late.

If you too suffer from anxiety I promise you are not alone.

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It’s Finally Here ( no pun intended)

Every story has facts. It doesn’t matter if it’s make-believe or if it really happened. Facts don’t necessarily mean it was not made up. It can also mean what we know to be true about the story. Every story has its own truths.

Stephen King’s book It is no different. Here is what we know.

  • There is a clown that lives in the sewers of Derry, Maine.
  • This clown/ evil celestial being has killed people, including George
  • One day 6 kids made a blood oath promising that if the killings ever start again they would all come back, find It, and kill It.

That is what is happening as Part One comes to a close. Except now there are 5 because one person I guess out of fear found suicide to be a better option. I place no judgments on his decision because fear can cause people to do things they wouldn’t normally do. I do wish he would have faced it instead.

These 5 kids now adults are returning home for the first time. What I find interesting is that not a single one of the 6 people had even thought about Derry in 20 years. It is almost like they had been put under some spell that made them forget. Out of the blue, they receive a phone call from one of the 6  who made the oath saying that the killings had happened again and they promised to come. Just like that, as if the phone call was a trigger they all began to remember their hometown. They even remembered the childhood memories they had forgotten too. The five of them without hesitation left right away into the night heading back to Derry, Maine. They were heading back to It.

Why do you think they have all forgotten? Do you have any theories? I wonder if It heard them make that oath and did something sinister. Stranger things have happened.

I am not done with the book yet. I hope to be done by Halloween. This is where I am at so far, so keep an eye out for more.

 

Redeeming Love

I was over at my significant others mother’s house about a week ago. Devon and I were sitting in their book nook that has no books in it. (I know it’s really sad.) Instead, it contains a play station and a port for phone chargers. Devon was playing the play station like most people who have even the slightest sense of hand-eye coordination tend to do. I am not one of those people with any form of coordination so I was bored. His mom must have noticed and brought me a book.

Turns out I had read it when I was 16. It’s been 20+ years since it was published, and I thought why not blog about it. I wanted to remind people what a great story it was and what a great writer Francine Rivers is.

Redeeming Love is a contemporary Christian romance novel following the same plot as the book of Hosea in the Bible. I am almost certain that’s where her inspiration came from.

In the book, we meet Angel a harlot living in a brothel run by a selfish conniving woman called The Duchess. It’s 1850, California is Gold Country, and men from all over America are loading their wagons hoping to find instant fortune at their destination.

As we all know not everything that glitters is gold. The streams supposedly filled with gold were dry. What little gold dust the men collected they would pray was enough to let them even get a glimpse of Angel.

Micheal Hosea got his glimpse, but not in line to squander what little gold had. He saw her in the street taking her weekly walk. Right then he heard God say “She’s the one. She’s the one you will marry.”

Micheal got in the line just like the others. He had enough to make it to her quarters. He had no interest in her body. He talked to her. He never touched her. He continued this for many nights. Still, she wouldn’t leave with him.

Months passed, Micheal went back to his farm, and Angel continued working for The Duchess. One day she angered the Duchess. Out of punishment, Duchess sent Mogawan the bodyguard to teach Angel a lesson. He beat her within an inch of her life. Then just like in most great love stories, Micheal was back at just the right moment. He rode in like the knight in shining armor he was and rescued her. Of course, he married her. Angel was just conscious enough to say why not.

That is all the sneak peek you get. This was all just in the first couple chapters. The story only gets better from there. Go read the book for the rest of the story.

 

I would never recommend a book I wouldn’t read myself, so why did I like so much.

I began to understand the book of Hosea better. Sometimes the Old Testament books completely confuse me. It’s fancy and has all the laws and names I can’t pronounce without trying to remember phonics I learned in Kindergarten As I read Redeeming Love I could picture the storyline, and as I read the book of Hosea I began to be able to picture its storyline.

I could literally feel the love Micheal had for Angel come off the pages. It got me all in my feeling. More than once I texted Devon and was all This book makes me think of you. And I hope we always have a love as deep as this one. And baby I love you so much. When a book makes you feel stuff in your real life it’s a good book.

I learned about the gold rush period. I learned more about it than I did in high school. Pretty sad huh.

 

Now every book has its flaws. This one thankfully only had one.

Paul the brother in law of Micheal. He was mean. He was unforgiving. He did some things in this book that would make you feel complete horror. I won’t tell you what they were and spoil a major part of the story. Plus this way you can form your own opinions. He eventually saw the error of his ways, but not soon enough to make me not dislike him.

 

If you want to feel something deeply, live the life of the gold rush, or even read some sappy love story Redeeming Love is the book for you.

Sincerely

– Little Read Reviewer

Books to Make a Difference

I recently read a book called Under Rose Tainted Skies by Louise Gornall. She is a Goodreads author, and if you get a chance to, definitely check out some of her work. In this book the main character has a fear of going outside, being touched, and being around people. At least that is the simplest form I can describe it to you with out sounding like a doctor. It is more than just being afraid. It is a mental illness that cripples her everyday life. She even has times when she passes out in cold sweats, and shallow breathing. I am not reviewing it right now, but definitely be on the look out for it soon. Instead, I want to talk about books making a difference by writing about what I would call taboo subjects.

I am not saying there is not a range of books about some of the hard and most difficult things in life. Look at John Greene he wrote a book about cancer, and it became a phenomenon. No, I am not saying that at all. It is my personal opinion, and it may differ from yours, that there just is not enough.

I suffer from depression, and when I read Under Rose Tainted Skies I realized that there are people who don’t understand what we may be going through. Those of us with mental illness. She lost all of her friends. I know with depression people tell you to get out of bed, to do something that makes you feel happy, to smile. If you are anything like me you paint a smile on, and when it gets too much, and you can’t hold it inside anymore they tell you that you are not your usual happy self. In reality, you are in bed because the sadness keeps you there. You can’t make yourself happy. It’s not anything you did on purpose, or that you don’t want to be happy it is just the way it is. As I like to say people will question, judge, and fear what they don’t understand.

So, what if more authors wrote books that helped educate about things like mental illnesses. What if they raised awareness about suicide? What if that one book helped save a life, or helped a person find a ray of happiness in the gloominess that surrounds them? What if a book actually made a difference?

Do you agree with me? Do you see where I am coming from? Do you have suggestions of books with similar themes? Did my post make a difference? I urge you to communicate with me in the comments. I would love to hear your insight.

-Little Read Reviewer