Category Archives: Fat

Grab it and jiggle it!

Not much ‘Scientific’ Research on this topic at this point. However, I have asked several of my friends to try it! As for me I decided to report my results and see how many people Want to try it! Please, I do ask if you attempt this activity…Let me know about your results. I want to report for others to benefit.

Disclaimer: This is a TEST! Please do not perform this test if you do not enjoy it, want results or if it makes you uncomfortable, in any way shape or form. Please only utilize simple techniques this is not a self inflicting act nor is it intended to hurt/harm you in any way!

Grab it, rub, roll, jiggle and smooth it! Sounds a great deal like kneading bread doesn’t it? This may shock you, but I am talking about YOUR FAT! Hopefully, you don’t want to keep it, but rather you want to set it FREE! Try this you might like it!

HOLD ON! I am not insinuating you are fat, but if you have a fatty spot that seems to collect all the fat inserted into your body, you might want to keep reading!

One day, as I was researching weight and fat, I read something which astonished me! Louise Hay’s Collection stated, “Probable Cause of fat= Oversensitivity. Often represents fear and shows a need for protection. Fear may be a cover for hidden anger and a resistance to forgive.”

What? So our body gathers excessive blubber as a protective device. Whether it be from our own emotions or from an illness to PAD the pain. HMMMM….

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Next, I began to think of all my Science Lessons about the human body. Cells=tissue, tissue=organs, organs=organ system. Leaving me with the what ifs once again!

That’s when I asked myself what if massaging my flab would assist it in breaking up and washing away? It is a crude hypothesis, but I couldn’t help it, I continued to think what if? Until I finally began testing my theory…

Then I slowly began to massage my beautiful fat cells/tissue that ever so carefully had formed together to assist me!

At first it was a ‘getting to know’ each other session. I would place my hand on my belly (because yes, I am just like many other woman. I battle with my stomach not being as ‘sexy’ as it was in the past!). As one hand slowly, flat handed rubbed, the other hand would begin to pick up sections and knead small portions. As if I was breaking down the small connectors holding this blanket of comfort together.

It wasn’t long before I found myself seeing results. No, I didn’t wake up one day and become FIT with rock hard abs. However, there are noticeable differences in inches and to be honest I feel better!

After each massage session, drink several glasses of water and don’t get too far from the bathroom. I don’t want to describe the after effect, so just trust me on this one.

Next time you are frustrated while trying to stuff the ‘extra’ into your jeans, try grabbing it, jiggling, rubbing and massaging it! I promise it feels amazing and it might be your answer to LETTING IT GO!

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Carry On!

God Bless!

You are loved!

Written by: Teena Drake

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When it doesn’t fit, do you continue to wear it?

When you go to the closet and pick up a pair of pants, that do not fit any longer, do you continue to wear them? If you do attempt to ‘make do’ does it become disastrous?

At one time, I worried about being too fat, not good enough and was terribly unsatisfied with the way my clothes fit. I decided to become dedicated to the cause. I worked out and felt terrific. I reached my goals and felt pretty good about myself.

However, I had this one pair of pants! They were my favorite pair. Black silky material, elastic waist, balloon pant legs which created an illusion, I was wearing a long evening gown, but they were functional. I would tell the kids they were my ‘Fancy Pants.’ I truly did love this pair of pants.

Therefore I continued to wear them. Who cared, if they were five sizes too big. No one else knew, just me. As I daydream back to the day I remember my honey bunny saying, “When are you going to get rid of those pants?! They are hanging off of you and if you aren’t careful they will fall down in front of your class!”

What did he know about fashion? I didn’t pay any attention to his nonsense. I arrived at work early and whistled as I walked into the front door. “Good Morning, Ms. Connie,” I cheerfully said as I scooted past her office, in my flowy pants.

The day went wonderful. All of my lessons were going as planned and life couldn’t be better. My planning time came and it was time for lunch. As I nonchalantly danced by the office I heard a deep, male voice call out my name, “Mrs. Drake?”

I jumped a bit and then I heard, “We need your help in the office.”

As much as I wanted to play sick and run back to my classroom, I didn’t. I never wanted to upset Ms. Connie, she is the best.

Turns out she had left due to a family emergency and I was the only ‘warm body’ who could fill in, at least until after my planning period. Which might I add, it was always a short planning time, until today! This day seemed like forty-five minutes was forty-five days.

Of course I quickly found myself sitting in ‘THE CHAIR’ the one where all the phone calls come in, the parents, grandparents, step parents, sick kids, medicated students, vomiting teachers, and last but not freaking least the INTERCOM SYSTEM! I may seem a bit dramatic, but the office manager, in my opinion, has the most difficult job of any in the school system.

The first parent arrived within five minutes of me sitting down. She said in a meek little voice and shaky hands, “Yes, my daughter is in 6th grade and she left her book bag at home. Soooo I wanted to bring it to her…”

I quickly interrupted in a flustered voice, “What? Who did you say? You are going to have to speak up and what class is she in?”

Oh for goodness sakes that one took me fifteen minutes. Including that ordeal, I had four teachers, one cafeteria assistant calling me and the outside calls, were rolling over to an email, faster than I could answer.

It was my last five minutes and a dad buzzes at the door. I let him in, he requested to pick up his son in 6th grade. Most organized human I had dealt with in the past forty minutes. He knew which class at the correct time and spoke up. Pleased with my survival skills through the past few events…I smile really big and I politely say, “Thank you for being so organized and I will call your son up at this time.” (I almost sounded like a robot).

I call the classroom, no he is not in there. Hmmm maybe this dad made a mistake. This continues on for a couple of times. I am now using the intercom and telephone when he yells out, “OH I am so sorry, I forgot he is in seventh grade, he is in math!”

He yelled so loud I fell back into the roller chair, that I had been attempting to spin back and forth in, to accomplish more, in a shorter amount of time. When I fell I zoomed backwards towards Ms. Connie’s desk and quickly spun around, placing my elbows on the desk and hands under my chin. “I am sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”

He repeated it in a much calmer and embarrassed voice, “My son is in the seventh grade, I am so sorry…”

As he continued to apologize I had become a little smirky and to be blunt I was ticked off. I spun around to turn my back to this man, whom I was upset with. Placed both feet firmly on the ground…pushed my behind up using both hands and my body.

AND…as fast as I stood up, my pants came plummeting down. Yes, down to my knees! My bare behind was there for this man and whoever else wanted to see! I quickly plopped back down, as I gasped for air! Not only were they down, the bottom of my right pant leg was tightly wound around the wheel. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I remember I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and the man, he turned around and walked out in the hall. Probably to laugh so hard he had to pee his pants! Mr. Genton heard me laughing hysterically, as I grabbed my stomach and bent over to attempt and free my pants leg! Of course he helped the father find his son and all he could say between his tears of hysterical laughing, was, “Why do you wear pants that are clearly to big?”

I hope you are now laughing too! This is absolutely a true story. I guess now most of you know why, when someone suggests me working in an office, I laugh and politely decline.

You see, not only were my pants too big, but I was attempting to fill even greater shoes.

Are you doing the same thing in life? Are you continuing to wear the old YOU, who doesn’t fit anymore? It isn’t about the size, it’s about the fit. Isn’t it time you find your own shoes to fill? And if you are hanging on to those old clothes, ask yourself, “Do I want to return to this person or am I okay with brand new and a better fit?”

If the world is continually rotating that means there is never a stagnant moment. Meaning CHANGE is inevitable.

Sometimes we hold ourselves to ‘way back then’ so long, we forget to experience the now and forever more. When you fit in your own skin, life feels pretty TERRIFIC!

God Loves YOU NO MATTER WHAT!

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Trust Yourself…

I am sooo excited to write for you today! I have curled up in the corner of Momma Teena’s Writing Palace, it is super peaceful, quiet and inspiring (at least most of time it is inspiring, sometimes it is so amazing, I stay in a meditative state for a little longer than normal LOL).  Since the conception of Livelove, I have been Happy Coaching a wide variety of people and it has provided me with a multitude of unique perspectives.

One of the ‘messages’ that comes through on a regular basis is, “Trust Yourself!”

When asked, “Do you trust yourself?”

Many respond with a big, ‘N..O!’

To be quite honest this was disturbing to me. I questioned myself over and over again. “Teena, do you trust yourself?”

I truly thought I did! And for the majority of the time I am proud to say, “I trust myself.”

I may not always be perfect, but I know that if, I practice what I preach, trusting one self is a fantastic key factor to being happy- which includes plentiful of all you want.

Let me ask you…are you over weight? over stressed? too pooped to pop? Not feeling fullfilled on a daily basis?

If you were standing in front of me right now, (pause with anticipation) I would…SING to the top of my lungs, to you, “Let it Go! Let it Go! Let IT GOOOOOOOOO!”

You would probably, begin to see me open my mouth, take a huge inhale and just as I belted it out, YOU would RUN!

Therefore, be thankful, I choose to blog this portion, so you can be spared from my loud, off key, inspirational reindition of one my favorite Disney Songs.

However, it is true! Trusting yourself is a key factor to living the life you always wanted! You know–some of you have always battled weight, depression, anxiety, tierdness, financial status, relationships, disease, loss and the list could go on 7 on. Yes, I realize life can be a pain in the butt!

However, PLEASE trust me. Trusting yourself (you are trustworthy), is important.

Let me give you some fun and a quite funny experience to provide you with a clear perspective.

Over the past year, Eric and I had quite a few BIG CHANGES. One of them was he quit smoking (I never thought I would write that, but he did). We moved to a simplier lifestyle and well, to be hilariously honest, we became a bit sedentary. LOL. While in Hawaii we would giggle and tease each other about being a part of the rolly polly team. Yes, we had found ourselves in a bit of a predicament. Not bad, actually it is terrific! But we both like to be in decent shape and so we began to research some weightloss and workout programs. We have laughed and laughed at some of the scams we have come across. Eat this everyday, until it comes out of your nose and then you will do it!

Okay! It was time for us to begin to, ‘trust ourselves.’ We came up with a plan and are tweeking it to fit our needs. I have combined my many years of research, from Scarsdale Diet to Protein Power and now to trusting my brain. Not in punishement style, but rather in happy style.

When you are driving through and grabbing a snack do you ever stop and think, “Am I going to ENJOY this food? Is it going to be fantabulous going down?”

Whatever, it takes for you to TRUST YOURSELF. Not just about weight. Take time to pause in all situations and listen to your natural instinct. Does it feel terrific? Does it feel right, to you? If you have a question or concern, then do some more investigating. If not, then go for it!

God Bless EVERYONE!

You are trustworthy, therefore allow yourself to trust you!

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Carryon

Written by: Momma Teena

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I Love you, Do you?

“Gosh, I love you so much! I love the way you walk, talk, laugh and cry! I love your hair, smile…I just love you sooo much!!!!!”

“Did you know my fat butt gained twenty pounds? I hate the way I waddle. Oh, here I go again stuffing my face with all the guilt feelings of why I love the delicious, savory flavors that were so strategically placed in this dish, for me to feel guilty about! I hate my hair, hate my skin…You know I have a disorder. And ADHD, my parents well they sucked, my kids are even worse. I hate that I am broke, sick and tired of being sick and tired! OH! However, I love you! So good to see you again!”

WHAT????? Please don’t stop reading, don’t stop reading, please!!!! This is an inspirational writing from the depths of my SEA of emotional thought patterns.

Everyone has had a friend like this or maybe it is YOU, that would respond in such a manner. It is okay, don’t beat yourself up over this one. We have all played the victim at one point or another. The fat victim, sad, misfortune, my life sucks, he destroyed me or she is a tramp victim. I don’t care what title you have carried, but I can assure you, we are all in this together!

Here is the eye-opening situation…You and only you are allowed to decide where you are and where you are going! Yep, in all situations. Therefore, the statement he can only love you as much as you love yourself isn’t actually correct.  (I am sure psychologist and my family are like what in the world, Teena has lost her mind! And you might be correct!)

Just hold on! It is not as bad as you think!

I am going to repeat the words I wrote earlier, let them sink in as you read them!

“You and only you are allowed to decide where you are and where you are going! Yep, in all situations.”

Therefore, I love you, do you love you? Is the question. I truly do love everything and unconditionally about my children and if I were, to be honest, I can strongly say this about my family and my friends. I realize that is a pretty strong statement and yes, you might be able to come up with some situations I would have to ponder, but my friends/family can vouch for me my love for them is pure!)

However, I have had to stop and contemplate my love for me! I always thought I loved myself unconditionally. I always thought I could only love someone else as much as I love myself. Gosh, if that is true and my studies (on how I trust and love myself) means I love people only based on the conditions they are doing ‘good’ for me! (I DO NOT! So do not take this out of context like someone who is reading a book and quoting me statements from one sentence, grrrrr that makes me irritable).

So is it true? or False? Someone can only love you as much as you love yourself? I don’t know, however, now that I have collected inventory on my emotions, it is the time for me to begin to love myself! Believe in me, enjoy the same love I have always given. Then, if the statement is true everyone around me will benefit. That means the better I become, the more trustworthy and loving I am towards me, I will have more to give. Spiritually, emotionally, financially and lovingly.

I am sorry, I can’t seem to find the words to wrap this up. I want to continue to ramble about how amazing it is to recognize why I want and desire to love me! How many others will benefit and be enriched…

Mahalo

Mahalo
[Ma = In] + [ = breath] + [alo = presence, front, face]
“(May you be) in (Divine) Breath.”

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