Frankly Freddie – Secrets Can Make Me (you too) Sick

Dear Freddie Fans,

Finally! I can tell you the secret I’ve been keeping before I get sick . . . Let me explain . . .

Suffering from “the complications of emotional burden.”

It’s a scientific fact!  You can get sick from holding secrets:  My brain’s prefrontal cortex gets over simulated when I thought about how bad sharing the secret would be.  Just imagining all the possible negative outcomes (If I told you Peggy and Judy were changing the name of CATNIPblog they could stop giving me payment treats, ban me from blogging future posts, or cut-off my blog royalties from past posts) the end result is an EMOTIONAL BURDEN.

Specifically, when the prefrontal cortex wins the battle within my brain over keeping a secret, the pressure causes my cingulate cortex leads my body to ramp up production of stress hormones.  So true . . .every time I’ve thought about the secret I felt my stress hormones surge thereby necessitating a treat.

There are even specific health risks but you’ll have to click here to read my post on . . .

TA DA!

Whew!  I feel my prefrontal cortex calming down already . . .

Maui the cat is still the muse but FINALLY P & J renamed the blog to reflect what it’s all about.  I have protested for the last 2 years about using, of all things, a CAT . . . they are slow learners (Peggy & Judy, not cats) . . . 

  • MAX your MIND (formerly known as Catnipblog)- Health and wellness tips and what P & J (and I, Freddie) learned in 30+ years of being psychotherapists, (and canines) – all based on neuroscience & scientific research. 
  • CURIOUS to the Max – Stuff that makes us smile, learn and gives expression to our more  personal, “creative” sides.

You who subscribe to both my blogs (YEA YOU!) as editorial director I promise there will still be fresh content on each blog but let me know what you would like to see more of on either of my blogs.

 Happy New Year! Happy Max Your Mind New Name Blog! from

No Secrets Freddie

 

 

Happy New Year Hack

We’ve been posting Happiness Hacks from our coming book Hacking Your Way to Happiness and put 12 of the 22 hacks into a 2019 calendar.  Rick (Judy’s out-of-the-box-thinking brother) sent her what he thought was possible hack cure for fibromyalgia.  We didn’t get it in time for the Hack Your Way to Happiness calendar so we’re sharing what Rick sent in this special post. 

The 2019 Calendar is in our ZAZZLE Shop

We’re not sure about fibromyalgia but for those of you who are planning to imbibe this New Years hopefully the hack won’t get you wacked.

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“The active ingredient common to all alcoholic beverages is made by yeasts; microscopic, single-celled organisms that eat sugar and excrete carbon dioxide and ethanol, the only portable alcohol.”

“From our modern point of view, ethanol has one very compelling property: it makes us feel good. Ethanol helps release serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins in the brain, chemicals that make us happy and less anxious.”

Cheers To Responsible Drinking This Holiday Season From all the Curious Critters

DRINK ON A FULL STOMACH (that doesn’t mean balancing a beer on your belly)

Make sure to have solid food in your system before having any alcohol. Experts recommend that you eat high-protein foods such as cheese and peanuts, which help to slow the absorption of alcohol into the circulatory system and burn it off.

KEEP HYDRATED (with water, not wine)

Dehydration can cause your blood volume to drop, allowing less blood and oxygen to flow to the brain and allowing the stress hormone cortisol to have a greater impact on your system, so make sure that you are getting adequate fluid. If you drink alcohol while dehydrated, it will have a seriously negative impact on your system. Water improves the processing of brain chemicals such as serotonin and dopamine.

SIP IT SLOWLY (nothing to add, we just like the alliteration)

Your body absorbs alcohol quicker than you metabolize it. The faster you drink, the more time the toxins in booze spend in your body, affecting your brain and other tissues, and the bigger the hangover will be in the morning.

ONE PER HOUR (drinks, not miles)

Metabolism depends on several factors (gender, weight, age, health), but in general, most people can metabolize roughly one drink an hour.

ADD SOME ICE (we’re not referring to the Rapper)

Diluting alcohol with ice or water will increase your time between refills and decrease its effects on your body and brain. As you slowly enjoy your beverage, the ice will melt and create more liquid as it reduces the strength of the alcohol. You can also use soda water or another non-alcoholic beverage as a chaser. Don’t be influenced or embarrassed into not chasing your drink. Your own health and safety are what’s important.

DON’T MIX ALCOHOL WITH DRUGS

Whether it’s flu medicine, painkillers, sleeping pills, antibiotics, prescription meds, antidepressants – you name it, it doesn’t matter – it is a really bad idea to mix alcohol with drugs.

Alcohol Packs on the Pounds (We’ve saved one of the worst for last)

Alcohol is calorie-dense

Alcohol intake is for adults – 18 years and older but our Happiness Hacks Calendar  is G-rated

*P.S. We bought calendars for ourselves with Zazzle discount coupon.  Make sure to check out the Zazzle specials.  The 5% profit we make will be donated to charity.

Frankly Freddie – Teasing in the New Year

It’s coming!  It’s almost here . . . Are you glued to your keyboard?  Judy and Peggy are almost set to make a New Year’s  announcement.

In the meantime . . .  I’m sworn to secrecy which is an oxymoron cuz canines never swear.

In the meantime . . .  I interviewed Judy and Peggy – being an intrepid reporter – as to what, BESIDES THEIR SECRET, their new year’s resolutions are.

Judy:

Several years ago I gave up on New Year’s resolutions.   I don’t like to promise myself anything because I don’t like to be disappointed . . . especially in myself.

This year I’m starting a new ritual for New Years.  I’m calling it Old Years Resolutions.  On December 31, 2018 I’m making my resolutions for 2018.  That way I only have one day to disappoint myself.

I resolve to:

  • Re-read an inspirational article I read on how to develop positive habits.  
  • Weigh myself to see if I lost the 10 pounds I gained in 2018 while I was trying to lose the 20 pounds I gained in 2017.  
  • Read an inspirational article on how to lose weight.

That’s about all I’ll have time for in 24 hours.  

Peggy:

I don’t like to make resolutions and then not keep them, so I look for resolutions that I WANT to keep, instead of resolutions that I SHOULD keep. Here is what I came up with:

I resolve to:

  • Eat more dark chocolate bars.
  • Eat more dark chocolate covered coffee nibs.
  • Read about how dark chocolate is good for you..

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Spiritually Speaking – Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited

George Herbert Walker Bush was the 41st president of the United States.  He flew combat missions in World War II.  This is part of a letter he wrote his five children before the start of the Gulf War in which he discussed the phrase.

“CAVU was the kind of weather we Navy pilots wanted when we were to fly off our carrier in the Pacific,” he said. “We had little navigational instrumentation, so we wanted to CAVU, ceiling and visibility unlimited, and because of the five of you whose hugs I can still feel, whose own lives made me so proud, I can confidently tell my guardian angel that my life is CAVU and it will be that way until I die. All because of you.”

  • “Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech.

  • Be unjust to no man, and show all meekness to all men.

  • Be as a lamp unto them that walk in darkness, a joy to the sorrowful, a sea for the thirsty, a haven for the distressed, an upholder and defender of the victim of oppression.

  • Let integrity and uprightness distinguish all thine acts.”

“Be an ornament to the countenance of truth, a crown to the brow of fidelity, a pillar of the temple of righteousness, a breath of life to the body of mankind, an ensign of the hosts of justice, a luminary above the horizon of virtue, a dew to the soil of the human heart, an ark on the ocean of knowledge, a sun in the heaven of bounty, a gem on the diadem of wisdom, a shining light in the firmament of thy generation, a fruit upon the tree of humility.”

Baha’u’llah, The Baha’i World Faith

“If you give birth to the genius within you, it will free you. If you do not give birth to the genius within you,

it will destroy you.”

Jesus, The Gnostic Gospel of Thomas

Fathers Remembrance

My father died over a decade ago.  He held his secret for six decades.    

September 15, 1950

 

 

My father was a World War II veteran – he was stationed in the Philippines when I was born.  He enlisted in his 30’s without telling my Mother. My Dad didn’t have to serve – he was exempt.  It was an honor to serve your country, a patriotic duty. I was conceived on a furlough.

My father came home from the war changed.  To the day she died Mother never understand why he was withdrawn, uncommunicative, carrying resentments he seemed incapable of letting go.  The spontaneous, communicative man she had been married to for over 10 years was missing.

The father I knew didn’t talk,  he did things – built rooms, repaired cars, fixed leaks, upholstered furniture. He was incredibly handy, always busy doing, never talking. The father I knew was taciturn and downright anti-social at times.

When Mom died Dad grieved deeply.  And a man I had never met emerged:  Bursting easily into tears;  making friends with supermarket clerks who knew him by name; talking to babies in strollers;  smiling and giving hugs. He talked to me, to strangers, to anyone who had a friendly listening ear. It was as if Mom’s death had liberated him.

He talked non-stop mostly about fond memories of his youth and early days of dating and marrying Mom, about his more humorous war experiences while I drove him to doctors appointments.  His anger at General McArthur, decades later, still smoldering.  His amusement stealing sirloin steaks from McArthur’s mess-camp, still delighting.

After hearing the same stories over and over I began to tune them out until one day driving to yet another doctor’s appointment he shared what still haunts me.

“I never told your Mother this . . . “, A tone in his voice I had never heard before startled me. “I didn’t want her to know,” he blurted out, “I killed a man  . . .  he came at me with a bayonet . . . I see his eyes . . .  maybe he had a family . . .” Choking back sobs, Dad stopped talking.

A month later my father was hospitalized. I sat with him as he lay in panic, flashbacks from the war consuming him in terror, convinced the male nurses were there to kill him with guns and weapons only he saw.  He was put in restraints because he became combative, fighting for his life in a war only he remembered.

Wars rip through this planet, leaving a trail of visible destruction. What isn’t visible is the destruction that rips its way through our psyches and souls.

To read my post about my Dad, my VW & me and an explanation of the significance of the poppy for veterans click here 

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below”.

“We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw”

“The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields”.

“In Flanders Fields” written in 1915 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian forces