World Digest

Miram — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 16:48:35 +0000

Just as a flower, which seems beautiful has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of a man who speaks them but does them not. Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little.

Eating

Miram — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 17:44:35 +0000

I come from a family where food and weight are major issues. I can't remember a time when these subjects were not mentioned, and they are discussed constantly, even now. My oldest sister was always overweight...my Mom even used to lock the pantries to keep her out. She had gastric bypass surgery last year. Body image was always stressed as well. Two out of three sisters in my family had plastic surgery by our 16th birthdays. I was one of them. I am the mother of 10 children from combined marriages and I have battled weight issues since I can remember. It has fluctuated, but I have been more than 30 lbs overweight at times. The way I was brought up, you would think I was over 100 lbs overweight when I saw my reflection. I have been a yo-yo dieter, an emotional eater and a binge eater. When I started EFT tapping, I noticed my cravings going away. I used to have certain comfort foods; all kinds of chocolate, cereals, ice cream, Starbucks coffee with extra caramel and more. I was obsessed with these foods and loved them. After working with the tapping, I became aware of my emotions that were connected to eating. I never felt like I was enough for my family or did enough. After taking care of my husband and the 7 children still living at home, I never felt like anyone took care of me. I felt deprived and food was my comfort. Anger and frustration at my husband and the kids sent me immediately to the kitchen.

Miram — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 19:08:22 +0000

I was nineteen when I arrived in Rome for my first of many abroad programs to Italy. It was 1979 and I will always remember the sense of awe I felt when I entered Saint Peter�s Square. It was amazing! With every day my hunger to know the Italian language, culture and its warm and friendly people grew. I finagled another abroad program to Italy the following year. Yes, I was addicted. The food, the lifestyle, the people and being blonde, the men, motivated my thirst for knowledge.

I wanted to know everything. Suddenly the piazza's, churches, and ruins became my class room. I remember one night in front of the Roman Forum. All at once it came to life. I felt I was back in the time of the Caesars.