Eye in the Sky

“I am the eye in the sky, looking at you-ou-ou – I can read your mind... I am the maker of rules... dealing with fools...” You know what? That is a disturbing song. It sounds like a stalker-song. Things a stalker would say: (raspy voice in phone): I am the eye in the sky, looking at you. HEY! I can read your mind...” No! Please! No!

Dear Alan Parsons Project... There are only twelve tones to the scale and you cannot have dibs on a few intervals. The Lady Antebellum song is nothing like your creepy stalker song.

“It's a quarter after one; I'm all alone and I NEED you now...”

These are NOT the same exact intervals.

Dear Blog-Followers: If you don't know what I'm talking about, that's OK. It's just something I read about.

The giant eye in the sky has seen some very naughty things happen at my house this week. Namely, the shirking of my blog-duties. (Actually, not namely, but that's the story I am sticking to for now.)

I am so lackadaisical about this blog this last week. Sorry. I had a bunch of regular stuff happening around here, and it caused me to be in the here and now.

Sidebar:

I used to think that stuff was spelled “stough.” I actually thought that spelling it “stuff” was the equivalent of spelling “enough” as “enuff.” Kind of a Winnie-the-Pooh deviation. I guess I was probably in middle school before I made peace with it.

Back to Main Subject Matter:

Again, I am trying to convince myself to be nice to me. I am trying to accept that if I stay the way I am forever it will be OK. Physically, I mean. Goodness Gracious! I best continue to morph toward the real me internally, or else this blog is pointless. No, I need to keep adjusting the inner-girl. But outer-girl is pretty and shouldn't have to change to please anyone.

That's my way of telling you I was a bad girl and don't want to get on scales or measure or anything this week. I am extending grace to myself. :)

Now, for some useful blah-blah:

Here are some ideas I encountered on how to fight headaches with activities/exercises. My chronic migraines are almost entirely triggered by stress. The ones that aren't triggered by stress are triggered by hormones. Either way, some of these ideas are worth a try.

Take a slice of cucumber or lemon and rub it on the forehead gently, in a circular motion. The aroma from the cucumber or lemon can stimulate relaxation.

Walking can reduce the intensity of headaches when they occur. Frequent walks can reduce the chance of headaches occurring in the first place. The fresh air helps; sometimes the circulated air we breathe in the house or office is contaminated with chemicals and other allergens like dust mites.

Swimming stimulates the production of endorphins in the brain. These are chemicals that reduce pain. Plus, swimming is aerobic, and that's good for the heart!

Cycling might help with headaches because it exposes the body to clean, fresh air. Sometimes just diverting the attention off the headache while doing something physical is enough. Which leads to the next activity...

Sexual activity is also a good way to reduce headaches. Frequent sex reduces tension and stress caused by severe headaches. Really good sex produces endorphins. (Remember, those are the chemicals that reduce pain...) Is that why, after really good sex, people are so willing to overlook... OK. Forget it. It just got me to thinking, is all.

Yoga, which is done in a quiet environment, helps relieve headaches.

Sometimes headaches are caused by back pains that are a result of bad sitting postures. The pain can be reduced by standing up and stretching for a few minutes, or even lying down for a minute. Performing a gentle massage is also very useful for relieving headaches. In my case, the massage must be brutal.

I have been battling these evil demons of pain for a few weeks, and so I am driven (DRIVEN!) to find a good solution for me.



Meanwhile, I resort to methods of self-medicating, de-stressing, and increasing good fluids. Whatever works. I just know that I am sick to death of taking pills that are killing my liver.

My makeover for the holidays is going to consist of maintaining myself.

I ate sherbet, a banana, tortilla chips, chai tea, and a handful of homemade French fries today. Do you understand what kind of a day that is for me? Not the best... Hence my lack of confidence as I come to you and say, “Do as I say, not as I do.”


OH! And I ate one giant brownie.


I'm actually a little mad that the jar of unopened salsa in my cupboard was actually a huge jar of TACO SAUCE!!! Why is it packaged the same as my usual salsa? WHY? And I am a little peeved that it's cold now every day and that means that I burn almost five gallons a day in diesel fuel just to stay warm. And I feel anxious that my gray cat is a lunatic, but she is back in the house because it's too cold out. I keep wondering where she is and if she's going to urinate on stuff... And now my black cat is looking at me like I am her evil enemy because I promised her that she is totally queen of the castle. And I can only find one earring of at least five different pairs of all my favorite earrings. How is that possible? And … this is just the short list. It could go on. It is the stuff from which headaches are made.


So, from now until next blog, I aim to be a girl who moves her butt. I aim to be a girl who de-stresses. I guess my next blog topic should be about...


Interesting food facts.


And I promise to exercise this week...

Love,

Laura Lee