Changes in the Face of FitnessWritten by Deborah Caruana RN, MES, CPT
Yes, there have been changes in face of fitness. Literally… changes, are on my face! This is, yet another true confession of a lifestyle fitness coach. During Augusts marginally sweltering heat, while most were off in vacation bliss and splendor, heat of drums were heard in NYC. All who were in know awaited results of your trulys' LIPOSUCTION! What's that? Liposuction! you say! On a trainer, no less! Well, it wasn't your usual Nichole Smith kind of slimming program. No, it was a liposuction of eyes. Medically termed 'blepharoplasty.' It's a procedure where physician removes a small part of fat pad of lower &/or upper lid, allowing for more space so puffiness (water retention) around eyes disappears. My swelling was worst in winter and 'they' say it's probably caused by allergies, heredity, that old culprit gravity and lets not forget age. (Exercise cures everything but eye bubbles!) If your next question is "But why did you do it, Deb?" I thank you for your kindness. But my eyes were only way I gave away my age. And I felt I needed my eyes to match rest of me. If eyes be window to your soul …I'll be first to admit that I'm an old soul. But why wear your soul on your sleeve, er face? Oh oh, there's something else that I have to confess. You know that frown line that kept you doing everything I would tell you, and adding a few more reps than you really wanted to …just because I looked so serious? Well, it's gone! Permanently (hopefully). Don't even think that this will make me easier on any of you. I haven't lost an ounce of seriousness only frown and eye bubbles! So, instead of having continuous ongoing treatments of deadly botox toxin (it's devirulized), I chose to have those muscles clipped. Based on strength of those muscles I hope it doesn't slow down my metabolism too much.
HolidazeWritten by Deborah Caruana RN, MES, CPT
It’s travel time, meaning hours spent sedentary. It prepares me for visiting, when I know there’ll be no activity. I try to see it as winding down to catch up with where our lives have gone in past 6 months. A semiannual sharing and reflection with family. An enchanted time when reality is lived through a rose tinted holidaze. Rules of day to day no longer apply as you surrender to hearts and minds of those closest. Conversation, food and wine are intoxicating. You can’t leave table conversation is too good. The holiday food keeps coming. I fall back into silken warmth of family stories and recollections of past years. I generally eat until I am sated but now… its quest for space, I must keep up, I can’t be that… “I don’t eat that wimp”. I can’t spoil this mood and bring everyone down to reality! Somehow I manage to find space for that piece of dark nutty chocolate beckoning me to come home to my pallette, where it would receive all comfort love and warmth I need to express in this state of holiday bliss. I have now surrendered….. The conversation wonders back to a particular chocolate that sister in law is passionate about and as she unfolds its mysteries you must taste and discover. This is no time for excuses.