Wednesday, 25 May 2011

because Oprah says so...


Talk about the end of an era. 
Today was Oprah's last show in the US.
I have no doubt there'll be Oprah re-runs on TV 
for as long as I live, so I'm not terribly distressed about it.
After 25 years on air 
there ought to be more re-runs than there are of Friends,
and I still find Friends episodes I haven't seen before.

I'm going to put myself out there.
I'm a fan.
Not so much of the show anymore - I've moved on to Glee, Desperate Housewives and The Good Wife...
but I still often buy her magazine, which I love.

TV has shown millions of Americans tell how she's changed their lives, and I realised she's had an impact on mine too...


- I learned to keep a gratitude journal. 
It feels like that has saved my life on more than one occasion.
On dark or lonely days I've learned to look for spring buds,
recognise the value my little nieces add to my life,
appreciate shiny red nail varnish,
 be grateful that I could afford white wine, 
and sometimes just smile at my pretty notebooks.


- I learned to eat flaxseeds.
In an Oprah article I read about a severely overweight woman who had had enough of her weight issues.
I felt like that at only 6kg more than my target weight.
I was dead bored of clothes not fitting,
and feeling like a piggy in Prada Primark.
But this woman spoke about her health, and I realized that in my early 30's this isn't just about the label inside my jeans. 
This is about laying a foundation for the future.
I don't want to be broken when I'm 50.
The woman could only manage to change her life in two ways:
 two teaspoons of flaxseeds in her food a day, and 10 starjumps.
Later she added more starjumps and walking, then running, and on and on it went - until she slimmed down to a 'normal' weight. 
I've added flaxseeds to my diet too.
They're nature's little powerhouses. 
And that early morning reminder of the seeds in my yoghurt
sets me on my way for the rest of the day.
I've done the first good thing, and then its easier to do the next - either more exercise (I can't even pretend I like it), 
or making better food choices.

-which leads me onto the next thing- 


-Oprah gave me Michael Pollan,
which is the only nutritional advice I've found
that has helped pounds fall off, 
sugar cravings stop, and my gently rounded belly flatten:
Eat Food. Not too much. Mainly Plants.
Still working on it as a mantra - particularly the 'not too much' part. 


- And Oprah's responsible for Dr Phil, of course.
if Santa was a shrink, he'd look like Dr Phil, 
who is now his own phenomenon. He's become a bit more annoying, but he once mentioned that so many women work 
really hard for relationships that they don't really even want,
but are in just because they accidentally put out 
and felt they needed to make it right,
or because they're afraid of being on their own,
or because they never made a conscious decision as to what they did want so didn't know what to go for.
That's stuck with me, caused a few break-ups, 
and saved me from a few heartaches, for sure.

-And lastly, Oprah introduced me to Maya Angelou...
who wrote Phenomenal Woman, 
which seems a pretty apt poem to end on today!


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

/cx

images: Elum notebooks; Loveink;google


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