Cupping Therapy. A Bunch of Hooey?

This passed Labor Day weekend wasn’t a feel ‘amazing’ weekend for me.  Thanks to Advil, and prayer I made it through.  I was anxiously awaiting my acupuncture appointment today because I was getting cupped for the very first time!

Cupping Therapy What is Cupping?

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noun: cupping
  1. (in Chinese medicine) a therapy in which heated glass cups are applied to the skin along the meridians of the body, creating suction as a way of stimulating the flow of energy.

How does Cupping work?

Initially it pulls blood into an area. The tissues get saturated with fresh blood while the vacuum pulls stagnant blood out of the area. You can see this in the hickey like appearance that is typically left behind. You may very well look like you made out with an alien.  You may have a black and blue appearance that isn’t painful.

As new blood is forced into the tissues around the cups the body will begin to develop new blood vessels.  This may be why cupping can cause a lasting effect. As the new vessels form they will have the capability to feed the tissues with nutrient and oxygen.

Something else happens early in this process as well. It is called sterile inflammation. Now many hear the word inflammation and think it is a bad thing. After all we take anti-inflammatory when there is pain and swelling so inflammation must be bad, right? But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Inflammation is the first line of healing. The body releases white blood cells, platelets, fibroblasts and other healing chemicals to promote healing. When the vacuum occurs it causes separation of the different layers of tissue which can cause micro trauma and tearing. The healing chemicals I mentioned above get released and stimulate healing.

My Experience

Some would say this is a bunch of hooey, and I admit, my eyes rolled on this form of Chinese medicine a few years back when I heard about it. However, let me let you on a little secret…..

When you have zero luck with Western Medicine, and refuse to go too far in their drug induced web, you start to look for other avenues, and depending on your desperation you try anything! Like Cupping, Acupuncture, NUCCA, Lymphatic Drainage Massage and some go to the best Physician out there, our God.  Which is where I have gained more strength from in my journey.

Not wanting to make this into a huge spiritual post, but I must give credit where credit is due. My God is amazing! My faith walk in all of this has grown tremendous leaps and bounds.  I am so thankful and joyful, many people don’t see how I could be joyful and thankful.  However, I say, start reaching out to God, and you too will be filled with so much love you will truly be amazed.

It’s like complaining doesn’t even exist in me any longer. Sure, I can get a fleeting thought of doom and despair; however I am so quick to turn that thought into something joyful and happy.  Your tongue can either bless you or curse you. What you say becomes your reality, and this girl refuses to live in a doom and despair reality.

I was a little unsure how it was going to feel. I mean, I went on WebMD and Googled like crazy.   I did my massive internet search, so I was already at Expertise Level in Cupping Therapy within 5 mins.

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It wasn’t bad, and actually pretty relaxing. Except I was laying on my boobs weird, and well that didn’t feel too hot. I didn’t know if I could move or not, so I stayed still for 15 mins trying to think of a white sandy beach, and a cute cabana boy taking my drink order.

On a serious note, I went in there with pressure and pain in the left side of my head to my ear.  Nagging and very familiar.  Almost immediately after placing the needles around my ears and the cups on my back, I was free from pain.  My constant drainage had also seized.  Praise God and Thank you, Dr. Baker at Balanced Body!

Towards the end of my session I became the weirdo client. I had strategically put my phone in my back pocket for a ‘cupping selfie’.  Since, I quickly realized it wasn’t very comfortable to move, I could not do my shame free selfie.  So, I did what any normal blogger would do who wanted to document their first cupping session.  I asked if the assistant would take my photo before she took off my torture devises.

Pride?  What pride?

She was happy to do it, and if I heard her right I was the first client to ever ask for her help in a cupping photoshoot.

Here I am in all my cupping glory!

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Cute huh?

I was welcomed with these horrifying photos when I decided to do my research on cupping therapy.

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Is there a body under all those cups?

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This dude looks like he wrapped himself in bubble wrap. Almost makes me want to push him down the stairs just to hear the popping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have any of my readers tried cupping?  How has it helped you?  Leave a comment I would love to hear from you!

Much Love,

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Fall Special

One of the perks to moving from San Antonio to Omaha is that I officially have my favorite season back, Fall.  It the time for cool brisk morning walks to school,  cooler days, campfires bundled in a blanket and pumpkin EVERYTHING.

There isn’t much judgement from others when you have a pumpkin muffin with your pumpkin latte, then chasing it down with a slice of pumpkin pie!

Having ‘fat days’ isn’t noticeable when wearing bulky sweaters.  It is a vacation for the fat rolls from being sucked in all summer long.   I can embrace my  ‘fat days’ with grace! I love bulky sweaters!

Of course we have the obvious, and more beautiful thing that comes from Fall, the colors!  I love to just take in God’s splendor!

To celebrate my love for Fall, and the ability to continue doing what I love, I am putting on a Fall Special for the month of October!

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Book your family portraits session now! Spaces are limited!

See you soon!

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God Moves

 

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I’ve lived in Omaha for almost a year now, and I am just getting to this post. I’ve been wanting to write it because it is such a great testimony to what God has done for me and my family.

Me and the kids usually came to Omaha for a month or sometimes the whole summer when we lived in San Antonio.  It was a great way for us to beat the heat.  I am not much for hot days with no breaks for months.  Omaha was my saving grace from a few things.

It is where old friends and parents live. When hot days existed it wouldn’t be long till it cooled off again.  Loneliness wasn’t a factor when coming back ‘home’.  I enjoyed the cool mornings sitting on the deck with my mom with hot coffee.  Chatting it up and planning where we were going to go eat that day.

The long 2 day drive by myself with 3 little ones ,and one whiny chihuahua was worth it to find the comfort I needed.  It was also one reason it took me a long time to drive back home. Driving with 3 kids solo, is not something I enjoyed, it was exhausting.

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Heading by to Texas

Last summer was the turning point for my family. We stayed the whole summer.  Leaving just in time to make it for school to start. While we were here, the house next door to my parents was for sale.  Every day, mostly many times a day, my daughter, Lydia would say “Let’s buy that house!” Of course I had to constantly remind her that it wasn’t going to happen. For a couple reasons, it was a tad out of our price range and daddy would never agree.  This conversation went on many times during the summer. It actually went as far as calling my husband, Chris telling him my parents bought us the house next door. He didn’t fall for it.

The day came to pack and head out.  Finally 2 days later we were back home!  Shortly, after returning home, I had a bad attitude.  Instead of being grateful for what I had, I focused on the wrong things. Our house was old and needed some work.  I had about all the ‘broken things’ I could handle. I prayed many times asking Him to help me in some way.  It wasn’t long after that, that I got bolder in my prayers. I knew to always thank God for what I had, and I did that along with asking Him to move us to Omaha.

It was the beginning of September, my mom called me and told me that the house next door went off the market.  I was a bit sad.  I knew that there was no way we could buy a house in the state our finances were in.  After I got sick the first time (2012), it nearly bankrupted us, so saying money was tight was an over statement.

Then my mom went on to tell me that my dad walked over to ask the owner if he had considered renting.  Tim had mentioned that he and his wife were actually in the process of dealing with applications. I am not sure, but I think I remember my mom telling me this was it, and try and get Chris on board with moving.

The problem, they wanted renters in by Oct 1st.  It was already the end of the first week of September at this point.  Ignoring the little voice in my head saying “whatever, you can never get him to agree”, “you can’t afford this”, “you’re dreaming” “it is too good to be true and you don’t deserve this”.  I ran to the office and told Chris about the house up for rent and asked his thoughts.  Of course, there wasn’t much positive coming out of his mouth, except for “yeah ok”, and that was sarcastic.

I am not really sure what happened for a few days, but I ended up telling a dear friend of mine about selling the house.  She told me her husband had just recently started flipping homes. She was going to talk to him.  I got excited! I ended up then going a bit further. I talked to a realtor friend of mine.

The thing with our house was, it was in a prime location on almost an acre!  It was in an older neighborhood, and hidden in the trees.  It super close to everything.  Six Flags was merely a mile away! Awesome shopping to places like Nordstroms, Neimen Marcus, Tiffany’s and other amazing places I barely went to.  Well, I did go into Neimen Marcus once to just breath in the riches, when my 2 year old, Lydia had a complete meltdown in the store.  I was asked to get her to calm down or leave.  With my tail between my legs, we walked out and went to Walmart.

The location was our saving grace.

A few days passed, and my good friend phoned me and said her husband and business partner were coming over to look at the house. At this point, I am not even sure I told Chris all of this stuff. I mean, I barely believed it had gone this far.  From that moment, I knew we were meant to be in Omaha. I knew God was moving.

I believe a couple days more passed and they made another visit, and an offer! We sold our house in 3 days, without it going on the market. Chris did know at this point, we were moving. He had mixed feelings, but I was over the moon.

It was a cash buyer, so we closed in 3 weeks!

The buyers still had a few days to cancel the sale, so I went in my room many times a day praying, and claiming that house was ours. Then we were given 3 days I believe to pack and move. Three days! Who does this in 3 days?  Luckily, I had already begun packing some things, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but still bad. We had also sold a few things, so that helped with money, and not hauling everything up here.

I had to try and find a home for one of my dogs, which was almost more than I could handle. Omaha is a bit different here than in San Antonio.  They have some pretty strict animal police. In Omaha, you can only have 3 dogs in a household.  I had 4.  So, who would I chose to stay behind.  A friend mentioned, it was like Sophie’s Choice.  Boy was it! How can you do that?  I had sought out friends to help.  Momma was the pick to stay behind because she hated collars, leashes, and would never even go for walks. So how in the world was I suppose to get her to go potty on the long drive?  I prayed hard for this as well. I decided to walk by faith and bring her. I knew God would help, and boy did He ever. She did so awesome! She was very stressed out, but she handled it so well.

So, how do I get by with that stupid Omaha rule?  My parents offer to take in one of my dogs.  We took Cleo and Momma over to her house, and Cleo was the one who got along better with her other dog.  So, Cleo stays with my parents, and I get to see her everyday!

What could go wrong when you are moving out of state?  Oh man, were we hit with some doozies.

We hadn’t sold our Rainbow Playground yet.  We had many people look at it, a buyer fell through, and everyone wants everything for nothing. It was only a few months old worth a lot. I prayed that we would get a certain amount out of it, two days before we move, it sold with the offer we asked!

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In the process of moving, we lost one of my cats, Rupee.  He was not an outside cat, and only went out when I was on the porch with him. He did not like being out without anyone.  I was surprised to find that he got out when we were moving the big furniture.  I looked for him for a long time, but could never find him. It was heartbreaking for me! I’m really hoping he found a great home.

The night before we are suppose to leave, Dane gets a tummy bug. He’s up all night doing the two P’s (pukin’ and poopin’) It was awful for him.  Needless to say none of us got much sleep.

As Chris is loading up the finishing things on the truck (we have to be out that morning), I run to get coffee and a few errands. As I return home, my van breaks down! We have to be out of the house that day, and my van breaks down. At this point I was chuggin’ my coffee and laughing.  I was laughing at all the crap the devil was trying to throw at us. He was not stealing my joy or God’s plans.  So, after talking to a mechanic and reading forums on what it could be, it looked like a major repair with days before we could get it back.  What do you do?  Head to Carmax and buy a new van.

Finally, making it to our new home, Omaha.

Chris getting a run down on how to drive the Behemoth

Chris getting a run down on how to drive the Behemoth

Cleo and Momma in kennels under Annabelle.

Cleo and Momma in kennels under Annabelle.

After all that was said and done, no one can convince me there isn’t a God.  It doesn’t happen often that a house, that needs work, sells in 3 days without it going on the market. Which, by the way, was the amount of time I asked God to find us an owner, and the price we needed to cover costs.

 

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365project, Day 1

Commitment.

Never thought of that word to be a nasty word before, but for some reason it’s harder for me to commit anymore.  I mean, I did the hardest form of commitment like marriage and having kids.  So, why is it hard to commit to doing this or to stop eating sugar?

I am going to try and post a new photo everyday of random things.  Stuff  I like, find beauty in or even weird off the wall things.  Why?  It’s not like I am not busy enough.  I feel like I have put my photography off since I was pregnant with Sophia, and now it is time to enjoy it again.  Really enjoy it.  I need to find my creative flow once more, and hope this brings it out.

This shot is the last of my Easter candy, they last I allowed myself to have.  Yes, I am eating sugar again.  :/  After being in Omaha, traveling, then Easter, my eating habits derailed.  I told my husband when he shopped for the candy that my only ‘have to have’ candy was the Cadbury Creme Eggs.  I fought hard for these little boogers.  I told him if he did not bring me 2 of them, to not even bothering coming back home.  So, what does he do?  He brings me a package of small ones.  I’m not sure why he didn’t bring me the big ones.  I like the bigger ones better.  I can savor them longer.  The smaller ones are done in one bite.  Oh well, not gonna complain.  He did save me the trip to the store for all the Easter goodies.

This photo was taken in natural light and in manual with my 50mm at 1/250 1.8 and an ISO of 200.  The only photoshop I did was to watermark it.

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I’m drooling again!

National Geographic Photog Wannabe

When we were in Omaha last week, my dad told me that NP Dodge Park had eagles and wanted to know if I wanted to try and shoot them (not pow pow, but clickity click).  Our week was very full, so getting out for an hour with my dad wasn’t easy.  However, we did it.

It was so cold and windy though, it was hard to photograph them.  The ground was so muddy, we literally had to trek through mud to get closer to them.    I’m not sure if they were male or females, but I did get one with it’s young.  He still looks big, but his head hadn’t not turned white yet.  The young one didn’t stick around long, but the mother (I’m assuming) did.  I think she was curious and was watching me closely.

One day, dad and I are going to go on an African Safari and pretend we are National Geographic Photog’s.  I think that would be the ultimate daddy/daughter vacation.  If we get into trouble, I know I can run faster than my dad, so I am safe….poor daddy.

I only took a few photos as it was so windy it was hard to keep my camera still, not to mention keeping my feet on the ground.  I love to photograph wildlife, and hope I get to travel and do more of it someday.

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