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I wonder why the oil oil can't be cooked. What about taking fish oil capsules like 3 of them that would help and be a good source of omega 3 fatty acids that we need. then you would not have to take the olive oil.
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Dear Bizi,
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Bizi, Oil can be cooked. It is just that at a high enough heat it breaks down. Then we lose the the benefit of the olive oil. http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?t...lytip&dbid=261 Quote:
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Dear Bobby,
I guess I can feel relieved that my mother and I have improved our relationship. We can talk on the phone occasionally as long as we only talk about small talk -- her garden, a class she is taking, a neighbor, .a politician, . . I stay clear of any subject that might upset her -- which is almost anything personal of hers or mine or anyone in the family. I have not heard her say that she loved me. That is good that your mother did say she loved you. That is a good feeling -- to know that she spoke to you like that. Did you really study Latin? That is fabulous. Not finishing your psychology degree is understandable. Getting that degree is a long haul and so many things have to go right in order to finish. Loosing the professors you needed was a huge factor. Do you feel that you gained anything from your studies? I think some women might spend much of their lives working on their relationship with their mothers. I read a marvelous book years ago about women who went to therapy even after their mothers had passed away in order to work on transitioning out of the old feelings that they had as children to better feelings about themselves and their mothers. I am not explaining that and I apologize. Maybe I will come back later today after I sleep and try again. I hope that your day goes well. Mari |
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Dear Mari
that is great that your relationship with your mother has gotten better. every little bit helps. My relationship with mine really deteriorated until she told me that she loved me. I guess she did in her own limited way. what other people thought was just so important to her. I just couldn't please her. I got a lot personally from Latin. I really loved the classes although i found it very difficult. One class, a graduate one, was so anxiety provoking...we had to read a play a week by Plautus I used to go back to my apartment and take a nap before the class to lower my anxiety. My hero of a teacher was so very difficult that most people fled from his classes but i liked him so much i took as many as i could. He died at 73 I read. It would have been so much easier if i majored in english literature. I was always a fast reader and had good analytical skills. My anxiety seemed to be helped by reading....I don't know why. I gained a lot from my psychology studies. I learned to do testing and wound up testing over 600 kids. I also unlearned a lot and realized not to make as many assumptions as there were many ways to look at a problem. Yesterday was my worse day in months. My friend hadn't called last week and i was afraid he wasn't going to call this week. In the end, he called and said he had been depressed and that was why he didn't call. I felt much better after he called. I almost picked a fight with a close friend in email. I was really irritable and didn't have the patience to be diplomatic. I just felt so alone and frightened and ambivalent about life. oh well. I know i should have a colonoscopy and haven't been able to make myself get one. when ralph returns in a couple of months i will get the name of his doctor again and hopefully have the courage to make an appointment. i called her office once but she never returned the call. bobby |
Hi Bobby
Hi Bobby, I sure do understand about deams. They can be so real, and if they are bad, you are glad when you wake up. Try not to let it unsettle you. To counter act this, I try to go to bed with something good on my mind. I do read alot, and often to the point I don't deam anything I can remember. I think I just wear my brain out to where it has to rest. If you can try to read a good article, or something positive going to bed, it may just help. The subconscience is always working, so let it work on something good. I hope you have a good day, and get with a few people you like to be around. That gal that is 104 years old, I bet she has some cool things to say! I do care about you bobby, you are not alone. I come to NT for the same reasons you do, for the support and companions we find here. ginnie:hug:
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last year a bought a jar of coconut oil and cooked with it, remember I did the paleo diet for a while. I liked the taste of it alot but hubby wasn't crazy for it so when the jar was gone I didnot replace it. We switched back to olive oil.
I am sorry that you had a bad day. We have to watch what we say in emails, they can be interpretted entirely different then what we meant to say. bizi |
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Sending you good thoughts, Bobby.
I hope the disturbing dreams abate. Either that, or that they become revealing in a useful way. I was having a lot of weird ones too... lately i think i am not remembering them because i have been waking up in pain which takes over consciousness so quickly... anything else is wiped out. i was having a lot... and weird ones that i couldn't figure out. in one i was driving... i used to have a lot of driving dreams, but i was always in one of my cars... duh. in this one, i was sitting on the road, crosslegged, holding the wheel except there was none. and i was moving along... or scraping along... or whatever. that was SOOOO weird. my dad immediately said, this dream is telling you that you don't have the necessary physique do do what you would like or intend to do at the moment. well i guess that about clinched it, eh? last night i had the sobbing kind - (during which i actually sob, not just in the dream, only minus tears). i have had these before too - they are emotionally horrid, and mess up my breathing for a good while after i awake. last night i had at least 3 in succession. i remember the last one vividly. my mother awoke me from that one because she heard me. not only, she said i had done the same thing 15 only minutes before and was about to wake me when it stopped... it came and went in waves... it was brought on by intense sorrow (in the dreams). actually, here i think it was the same basic dream... the faces changed a little, and i remember different versions. May i say, about the dream where you killed your mother, that such things are most often symbolic... killing off could be eradicating the part of her that is in you, or estranging yourself from that part... a wish for permanent separation from her painful influence on you (which i believe you internalized... eg. all the hard criticism). I would not have fear that it represented an impulse to do physical harm. i once dreamt the opposite as a child - that my mother tried to kill me. strangle me to be precise. again, i think it was symbolic - in my case probably indicating on my part, a sense of suffocation (strangling=unable to breathe), of being stifled in personal growth or expression. i hope this is reassuring somewhat. if it is disturbing let me know and i'll remove it. hang in there. and don't worry about the camera and pix, we'll use our imagination, re: Pudge's lion cut. :) we know what she looks like overall because you did post a pic of her when you got her. :) love you. ~ waves ~ |
i am so sorry about your dreams. I was hoping that your teaching would lessen some of the pain you have been experiencing...or should i say suffering....it is so hard to be bipolar. this morning i woke up so terrified of everything that i didn't want to get out of bed. the fear was so overwhelming. it has subsided somewhat. i think your interpretation of my dream is right on. i am confused about yours. it makes me sad to think you were sobbing in your dreams...as if something was lost or something...without a wheel driving i wonder if that just means you feel you are out of control. i wonder if basically we are all out of control even though most of the time we think we are. I started thinking this morning to calm me a little that
God is taking care of me....and i should put my trust in God....and just let go. I can't seem to put my trust in me... Love bobby who hopes you can feel better |
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