I write Love stories
A Radiant New You
I write in praise of the human Spirit; about our power to change an ordinary life, to the life we’ve always wanted: a life of happiness, great health, and the energetic motivation to make our dreams come true.
This is not a “you should” book. It’s filled with helpful and entertaining information, part autobiographic: my journey from being pretty average screwed up, to less screwed up, loving myself now more than ever. Having taken the steps, I have a much happier disposition, a much better body, and my spirit is soaring higher than ever. This is what I want for you.
Learning to love myself, for you to love yourself, is a complex journey. Hopefully my candid revelations will open a conversation, stimulate some new soul searchings, or kick your ass so you’ll love yourself more.
Self Healing, dealing with our body, is as complex than Self Loving. I can love the hell out of myself, but if I don’t pay attend to the food I eat, and exercise daily, I’ll be dead much sooner than later. When we love our Self, we naturally want to be holistically healthy, so we can make love, travel, dance, play, and enjoy life to the fullest.
All of what I write in this book will emphasize Self Motivation, the will to ignite our Spirit and approach life with a renewed Passion. Each morning we begin a new journey; free to choose a joy-filled life, or not. My life changed when I finally took responsibility to do whatever it took to love and heal myself: to be A Radiant New You.
Throughout this book I will spontaneously pull a card from the Osho Zen Tarot or the Elements Tarot, to add to the dialogue.
This book is an invitation for you to turn your life around, and fill it with an abundance of love, great health and happiness.
I’m not proposing that this is easy. There are so many forces, seen and unseen, which supports apathetic normalcy: to be stressed-out workers and consumers of big corporation products, foods and medicine; to sell our souls to the company store, so to speak.
Eating correctly and exercising daily requires a minor rebellion from the hypnosis of consumerism; an initial effort to change our bad habits. The very nature of life on earth is change. One day we’re healthy without a care in the world, and the next we’re overweight, out of shape, and the doctor tells us if we don’t change, we will die.
Eatimg poorly, being stressed out and not exercising daily are simply bad habits: the truths which haunt you . . . if only I could . . . take the steps required to turn ‘could’ into ‘doing it’. Well, it really isn’t that difficult. It only takes twenty-one days to establish a new habit. Why not experiment with your body, mind and spirit for twenty-one days and see what happens?
I’ve always been fascinated with the interplay of body, mind and spirit.
Self Healing is in the realm of the Body. We’ll never get another one. It really is worth protecting. We love ourselves more when we have a strong and healthy body, one which motivates us to get out there and dance.
Self Love is in the realm of Mind. The Mind is not ours. It’s the result of a lifetime of programming. Self Love interplays with motivation, our Heart following our dreams: with a healthy body to take us there.
Self Motivation is in the realm of Spirit. Following our heart is good advice. We need to let our Spirit loose: to Love more, play more, enjoy life more, with passion.
Later in this book I will share the story of when at age 69 I was overweight, out of shape, depressed, and in serious risk of a heart attack. But, thank God, I wouldn’t allow myself to be defeated. I asked my “spirit,” my inner guidance, for help, and then I followed my heart. Almost immediately I met a doctor who gave me a kick in the ass. He motivated me to stop eating the foods I was allergic to, and to spend more time in the gym.
Unfortunately, like so many motivators, this doctor wanted to enroll me in his system, which was more about separating me from my money, then giving me unbiased health advice.
Almost immediately I began eating the food I knew was best for me, and exercising at a healthy pace. I knew better all along, which led to the writing of this book.
We can read books like this with so many helpful tips, and Google, experiment, to find out what works best for our body, mind and spirit. We’re all grown up. We can do it all on our own, without being hoodwinked.
When I was overweight and lazy, which caused bouts of depression and the lack of self love, I knew better. You know better. You’re an intelligent persons or you wouldn’t be reading this book. Kick yourself in the ass, with my love and blessings.
I hope this book inspires and motivates you, as it has me, to love yourself more and to take better care of your precious body, without falling victim to some diet or exercise scam; to someone who “knows better.”
I broke free of the con, and my prayer is that you too break free, to enjoy a long happy and healthy life, as the Master of your Amazing Life.
We begin with Love, the greatest emotion:
I decided long ago, never to walk in
If I fail, if I succeed
At least I’ll live as I believe
No matter what they take from me
They can’t take away my dignity
Because the greatest love of all
Is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
Inside of me
The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all
by Michael Masser & Linda Creed Sung by Whitney Houston
All my life I’ve been learning to love myself; though, more often than not, I’ve been confused about love. I’ve wanted to be the guy on the top of the wedding cake of love - you know, that plastic guy in the black tux, with the plastic babe in a low-cut white dress. That ideal plastic woman would love the shit out of me, whether or not I did . . . love the shit out of my plastic self. I wanted to marry her, the ideal, and not think about marring myself, or being in love with myself first. This meant, I guess, I wanted a woman who would love me more than I loved myself. That seemed reasonable, in a sort of fucked up unreasonable way.
I never could understand how so many good looking women were so devoted to really screwed up asshole men. I sort of wanted to be more of an asshole with women, the be “the man,” but that’s just not in me. I can’t play games like that.
I knew I had lots of love inside of me, and maybe that love is too gentle coming from a man, I don’t know.
I knew all about the concept, but was unwilling to enroll in the School of Self Love. If there was such a school.
I just wanted was the cherry on top love, not considering that bright red formaldehyde cherry is as plastic as the tiny mannequins. I wanted to be the husband of a women who loved me unconditionally, loved all my good aspects and all my not quite perfect personality traits, and vice versa: a mutual recognition of our true beauty. without any of the bullshit drama. Someone who would above all recognize my pure heart, and never forget that my intentions were always, always, always good. I can say that without barfing, can’t I?
A fucking idealist, you say?
Okay, if the ideal is totally ridiculous, then I would have to compromise. I don’t fuckin’ compromise. Crap. If I couldn’t find my ideal in a wife, maybe I’d be able to find it in a short time girlfriend? A shorter time lover? Okay, maybe my ideal only works with a dog. Shit.
Thinking about the almost impossible requirements I set regarding the ideal love, my concept of a no bullshit love partner, has caused me lifelong angst. I sort of kinda found her for short periods, like the first two years of my long ago marriage, the first months of short lasting love affairs, and for sure in quite a few one hour hookers, but that really wasn’t love at all. Just fun.
I actually wrote a book about that sort of love, because any path to emotional healing is relevant.
After my first significant broken heart at age 35, the end of a seven year marriage, I became like so many men and women who have been hurt. I made up shit, supported by a “poor me” attitude. I made some effort, probably half-heartedly, but couldn’t even find a woman to date after the divorce. A piggy-back love affair was a hope and a prayer. As a year, then two went by, I had to accept that maybe I wasn’t supposed to have a love partner, ‘because of’ my:
Attitude: I was anal picky stubborn when it came to women. No compromising.
Age: even in my thirties I thought I was too old.
Money: I lacked the ‘romance’ funds for a dream vacation, or the diamond ring,
Looks: I self-proclaimed myself to be physical unattractive. Not worthy of “her,” the babe.
Weight: I was ‘never really fat,’ but overweight. ?
Desire: I lacked the desire to bullshit a woman, to play the romance game in order to have sex.
I was not romantic in that way.
Sexual Performance: I was afraid of my semi-justifiable sexual performance issues.
Complacency: I found myself surrendering to zen contentment, or whatever, and so on.
Or maybe it was something else: