Susan Hyatt

I just got off a webinar with the Fantastic Susan Hyatt, one of my favourite Woman’s Woman. She is planning trips all over the world for her elite coaching sessions. Villas, castles, that sort of thing.

She is a common sense, wisdom kinda gal and I love her. There’s not a lot of people I’d want to meet for the first time, after swimming, while still in the pool, but she’s always been welcoming and gracious.

Picture Max, on the highway in Michigan. Who knows what speed I’m going? My dashboard is in kilometres. People are passing me, so even if I’m speeding, they likely know this road and the likelihood of radar. But I digress, 70 degrees, roof down, right into the heart of Chicago, for a dinner with Susan. She hosts these dinners that include coaching and it all comes together so well.

Today, Susan was talking to women business owners, and in general, any woman that is out there making their way in our world. She covered too many topics to mention, but one that spoke to me was the importance of self-care.

To those of you that follow my blog, you already know this, so I apologize. But, I have been struggling to find that balance myself. What level of exercise energizes me and doesn’t drain me? How do I learn the signals from my body about eating? These are things that I have spoken about. She goes into detail in how to develop a plan for yourself.

Anywho, she has another seminar tomorrow, live.



Belief Systems

Anywho, I realized I had some belief systems in place that were not serving me. What did I believe when today’s events unfolded? I believed this woman valued my work. Did her perception matter to me? Why did I care? So, I realized I may have wanted to be noticed for my work.


My dining room table. Seats 10.

On the other hand, perhaps it is the universe telling me not to squander my writing skills when they are truly not wanted. So there it is. I know I’m sensitive about my writing and one of the reasons that I’ve been so careful in the past to structure everything so neatly. But, I’m trying to give that up. This was a test of my resolve.

Remainder of the day was nice. We had a lunch for a co-worker and sat at a big round table, truly the best way to lunch with a large group. We were in a corner of windows and it was sunny outside. My stomach had begun growling appropriately, before we even left for the restaurant, so no worries there. Nice lunch. Good food.

My current frequency of posting is every 17 hours, but I’m getting way ahead of myself. I may increase the frequency so my writing stays current. I’d hate to be commenting on things weeks after they happened. Perhaps 15. Since 15 doesn’t evenly go into 24, I’ll still be posting at all hours, which is my goal. Different parts of the world are awake at different times. Stating the obvious is my forte.


Growl to Gurgle

I’ve¬†lowered¬†the bar a little on the stomach growl. I’ve noticed, that I can go all day without eating and that is not the goal here. So, I’ve reduced it to a gurgle. There is a large distinction, but sometimes a gurgle is all I get. Still objective.


View from Alberni Inlet Cruise in BC

I guess part of the adjustment to this new way of eating is coming to terms with how little I actually need to eat and how I systematically got into the habit of overeating. I eat when my stomach gurgles. If I was over hungry it would be making noise continually and it’s not.

I also half expected it to start to demand more because it has been in a deficit so long. It has not. I did eat last night before I had even a gurgle, but the desire to eat. To find the comfort and familiarity of sitting with some food, at home finally, exhausted and looking to renew my spirit.

Lilly just came meowing in. She’s sitting facing out on a blanket box under the middle window. There is a lot of wind so the plants are keeping her searching for movement possibly a small creature.

It is incredibly cold and windy out.

I didn’t end up going to see my daughter and it turned out that that may have been a good thing. I was really upset by the end of work today. First, a bag of emotions then each individually for a while.

Suffice it to say, a woman I work with brought this on. Now as I write that I realize that she did what she did, but the interpretation was my own. Why had I given her that power? Why did I think I knew why she had behaved as she did?