Meditative Walk With A Lavender Hug

January 16, 2019

Today is the first day of physical therapy since the L5 S1 herniated disc diagnosis. I’m hopeful about it. I deserve a therapist who has an understanding of sports therapy and medicine. I’m thinking that’s what I need in my life: A therapist who knows how to bring a high spirited mom of three to recovery just the same as a high value athlete to recovery! YES YES!

March 16, 2019

I was certainly in a good frame of mind back in January. Just like the therapist prior, the treatment was null and void. I really could just do this alone. These therapists insist on giving me print outs of exercises to strengthen my core. I, in return, keep telling them any hopes of a successful recovery or improvement depends on time spent with a hands on trainer actually doing the workout with me and seeing it through. Not print outs! Who the hell can expect to see results with faded ink photos on stock print paper? Well, needless to say, the therapist gave up on my recovery and suggested I go see a surgeon.

Whether highs or lows, I stayed in my loving space. I pampered and loved my back. I styled my hair. I took care of my skin, and stayed fly. I was told that my own self- therapy and belief in natural healing would be my success. They were right.

Just like any project, one should have a team. I choose a few key people who felt loving and supportive to help me to heal. Anyone or thing else that got in the way of my healing was politely dismissed. I put myself first knowing that I am solely responsible for my healing. I found my soothing in meditation with Deepak Chopra, empowering affirmations from Eric Thomas, a mind rebuilding book by David Goggins, nutritional wellness through Doctah B. Sirius, and even had a talk with the devil after reading Outwitting the Devil by Napoleon Hill. Outwitting the Devil is hands down an all time favorite. There was no need to continue my hunt for self-help literature. My mind, body, and soul began reconnecting. By Spring of 2019 I was ready to either have that surgery and move on with my life or kick ass in the gym. The spinal hernia didn’t stand a chance. This journey continues and the walk with myself does as well.