Who wants pizza - please hold the enema!

Hello my beloved I hope you're flowing through the river of joy and compassion and helping heal those who you touch throughout your day.

So with my new lifestyle I'm practically re-meeting myself from every stage; self-realization, self-knowledge and healing, and environmental sight...on that note some interesting challenges - well situations have come up that I've had to work with and learn from.

One of such situations is the ability to eat...yup one of our most primal needs of eating and eating well.  Many of you know me as the human trash compactor...put it in-front of me and chances are I'll dig into it and love every bite...I've even had 2 or 3 girlfriends breakup with me because they were athletes and couldn't hang with my eating style (and burn rate)...one girl even told me that she loves everything about me but she gained 7 pounds in a mere 3 months of dating me and that was effecting her horse riding skills :-) haha!  she couldn't hang, but I still love her and her dedication to eat with me...

Well fast forward a few years and now at my whopping 150lbs weight with wet clothes (not by choice!) on I'm quickly crossing out every staple food I've come to enjoy one by one off the list...first came Persian food feasting - I love it but it's too damned heavy (sorry PJ)...then came In' N Out Burgers - sorry Germany family - and now pizza...oh sweet delicious pizza...she's been my lover and friend since I can remember, and my muse has always been Round Table Pizza. 

A few nights ago I finally regained my appetite since Happy Hour II, (The Peukeal!) and decided to venture into cancer uncharted waters and order one (two) large pizzas for my loving family visiting me over the weekend.

Well all was good - the pizza came and I made sure to chew like a French man - about 1M times per bite...damn it tasted good, the crust was fantastic, the cheese was to die for, and the sauce was heavenly...that is until about 6 hours later when physics came into play....as in what goes in must come out.

The first part was tested without any glitch, but the second part - man the second round became an adventure all on its own...Until that night I never thought about the feeling a woman might have when giving birth - but now I was wondering if JR's coming out and resisting every moment of it...and if so why WTF is JR giving me such a hard time.

Now I've been around for some time so I know a few tricks of the trade...coffee is great for digesting, yoga works, a massage can always help, and walking is a good idea too...but no JR is a different monster all on its own.

I tried all the tricks of the trade and finally had to resort some drastic tactics...and again my RN to the rescue...yes boys and girls I had an enema...first thought...WTF is an enema...well now I can answer that question...an enema is your best friend when JR refuses to cooperate and you just need to kick him out like a late night party friend who just won't leave. 

Now for the sake of the weak I'm gonna leave the "juicy" and "hard" to understand parts out of this post, but be assured it's not a pleasant situation and I'm happy to tell you more if you ask nicely :-)....but trust me that afterwards you're going to think YIKES WTF JH!!!

Good news/Bad news - The bad news is that this shit goes up your glory hole...which is OK if you live in Palm Springs, but not OK at mamma's house...but the good news is that you'll start dropping off the kids at the pool in less than the recommended 2-5 minutes...

Now that that's over, some other thoughts that come up...mainly what is happiness...at every level of your life happiness can mean something different.  When my family was moving to the states happiness to me was to imagine going to Disneyland and owning a Luke Skywalker Light Saver...back in high school my happiness came from getting digits from a hot chick or riding that perfect wave that puts me on cloud nine.  In College happiness was Ace'in a test and then celebrating with my mates by going for drinks or taking a trip out of town to a place with no name for a few days...and after work happiness was closing that deal where I helped the companies bottom line and my wallet...and of course love - love is the ultimate level of happiness.

Now with my new friend Mr. C - happiness is knowing that I can be in control of my own life by changing my lifestyle to amend myself to my new self...there's no need to become frustrated, upset, or stressed...this is a lesson we've learned in different forms at various stages of our life and I must love it and care for it...that means no pressure only compassion and smiling...and the highest form of happiness is knowing that this is a temporary situation and life, love, and more lessons are upon us my friends! Lets be ready :-)

There are a lot of changes happening to me and for now I sometimes feel like I'm back to my infant stage and yes eating baby food is now the only thing that I know will not hurt me through gravity. 

But there are larger lessons to be learned here...as in what am I feeling and what am I practicing...it's funny to think that through an enema I've gained knowledge into a more transformation practice of love and compassion, rule number one being - if you think it's not a good idea, then listen to that voice inside of you and adhere to it instead of becoming stressed out.  Now this is the lesson, a key point! 

But you must also remember that this doesn't work through fear - as in don't be afraid to challenge yourself because you fear the outcome...go for it and live - then let the lessons show you the next step in your pat....lean and be learned.

LOVE