THE ALLMAN REPORT- Your Body Image for Women by Alex Allman

If you’ve ever spent the day at the beach
or at a pool wearing swimsuit and feeling
uncomfortable with your body… obsessing about
your belly, your butt, thighs, or arms…

And then later that night wondered why you
weren’t feeling sexually connected to your
lover…

Then you are NOT ALONE!

Your ability to be comfortable and confident in
your body plays a BIG part in your sex life.

When you are feeling sexy and confident in your
own skin, it attracts your man like a magnet.

I’m not going to just blow smoke here and say that
that physical looks don’t count in sexual attraction.
I’m a bit of a fitness freak myself and put a
lot of effort into my own diet and exercise…

BUT, your ability to enjoy and ACCEPT your own body,
EXACTLY AS IT IS plays a huge role in the way
you show up for you man.

How big a role exactly?

Well, in my survey of thousands of men, when I
asked them what really attracts them to an ideal
sex partner, I expected them to say something like…

“big boobs”

or “great oral skills”

or “high sex drive”

…but the #1 response was, “she’s comfortable with
her own body and sexuality.”

A woman’s confidence, how “comfortable” she
feels in her body is the MOST sexy and desirable
thing to a man.

If you don’t feel confident and sexy in your
bikini or summertime clothes, your man can tell.

Which is why, in my Revolutionary Sex For Her
program, I invited my friend Andrea Albright to be
a guest teacher on the subject of loving and
accepting your body.

Andrea is in my Inner Circle of my closest friends,
and she is just an amazing, magical person.

And she also has a program that she teaches for women
to get into shape that is based entirely on learning
to accept and love your body exactly the way it is.

Her principle is that NOBODY EVER gets into shape
through will power.  That might work for a short
period of time, but eventually it’s just too
miserable and people stop going to the gym and
fall off their diets…

But people who are already fit, who love exercise
and eat well out of preference, do so because they
love and enjoy the body they are in.  It makes them
WANT to do healthy things.  And so there’s no will
power involved.  Success is inevitable.

So she designed a “weight loss program” not around
“losing weight,” but an entire program around
nothing but methods to give you confidence and
enjoyment around your body image and learning how to
feel great in the body you’ve got.

Obviously it works because she’s become very
popular online and has a lot of success stories.

Bottom line is, I’ve heard Andrea talk about
this process a lot, and I absolutely love her
ideas and her loving approach to teaching women
to love and appreciate themselves.

But…

I can remember the first time I heard her passionately
talking about it I thought to myself, “well sure, it’s
easy for a skinny chick to talk about loving your
body!”  I had a lot of friends who really struggled
with slow metabolism and had a lot of emotional
pain around their weight.

I said something to her about it one day and that’s
when she broke out the pictures of herself from
her early 20s…

I was shocked.  I had NO IDEA that she used to
be heavy.  I would not have believed it if I hadn’t
seen the pictures.

She just has such an easy, sunny attitude around
eating and exercise… not one of those obsessed,
calorie counting, constantly bitter around dessert
time people… but more like one of those naturally
thin people who just have no anxiety around the
subject.

Anyway, if this sounds as intriguing to you as it was
to me, I invite you to find out more about Andrea.
I think you are going to love her.

You can get on her newsletter (which is wonderful) and
get a very good free report from her by going here:

Blast Belly Fat

And, if you have any issues around weight or body
image, she’s running a 5 day special on her program
(which I super-highly recommend).

I am neither a woman nor overweight, but I’ve listened
to some of this program and I think it is brilliant
and absolutely beautiful.  In fact, listening to a
section of it actually made me cry!  I have so
many close female friends who struggle with these
issues, and hearing Andrea talk about it showed me
new possibilities that really touched my heart.

No matter what your genetics, or what shape you
are in… You deserve to love your body.

If this strikes a chord in you and you’d like to
re-wire some of your emotions on this subject, you
should take advantage of Andrea’s program.  It
just might change your life.

For Passion,

Alex

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Losing Your Only- Surviving the Loss of an Only Child by Dr. Debi Yohn

A Comment From Dr Debi Yohn About Losing Your Only

My current book, Losing Your Only is written to the Parents or Loved Ones that have lost an only child.  This book is written from my own personal experience.  When my only child was killed in a car accident, my life took a different path.  I was living in Shanghai China.  He was going to college in USA.  In my grief, I discovered that my purpose is to motivate, and support parents and all clients live to their life potential. Losing a child is horrific, losing an only child brings it up a notch.  So what do we do with that kind of experience?  We have decisions to make.  We can live or we can die with the child.  I decided not only to live, but to thrive.

About Dr Debi Yohn

Dr. Debi Yohn is an international psychologist, author and speaker with 32 years experience living and working on 3 continents. Her work has taken her to Saudi Arabia for 7 years and Shanghai, China for 8 years. While in Shanghai, she founded “Lifeline Shanghai” a “911” service to help English speakers in need. She currently lives fulltime in Huatulco, Mexico and travels the world working with her clients, writing and managing her diversified business and charitable interests. To read Dr Debi’s full bio, visit http://bookpromotionservices.com/2010/12/02/dr-debi-yohn-biography/

THE OTHER SIDE

I use the term the other side to refer to the place where we reconnect with our loved ones that passed on before us. In the Christian belief system, this place is heaven, but other cultures have other stories and names for it. Whatever your vision of the other side is, it must be a beautiful place.

Larry also began to receive messages from Levi. The night before the funeral, Larry woke up because he felt someone rubbing his head in his sleep. At six foot three, Levi stood eight inches taller than Larry and always looked down onto and rubbed his dad’s shaved head, which he said felt like velvet. This was an endearment of Levi’s that was between him and Larry. Larry found comfort in this dream, which he felt was Levi’s

way of letting him know he was okay.

I work with many clients that have lost a loved one. Often they lament about not having received any signs even though they so desperately want something that will let them know that the person who has passed is still part of their life. However, when they start to reflect they usually realize they have indeed been given signs, but have not been open to receiving them. Mid-sentence during a counseling session, they suddenly have an “Aha!” moment and remember something. For you it may not be something big and obvious, it may not be the sign you expect, but it is there.

The signs our Only sends us may take special, unexpected forms. There has always been a connection between Levi and hearts. When he was a toddler, he was a romantic—probably because his dad was. He would bring me flowers, sticks or rocks. As he got older, he would look for anything heart-shaped—rocks, shells, pieces of wood. He gave me hearts throughout his lifetime. I always exclaimed how beautiful they were and

I always kept them. They were my prized possessions. For my birthday or a special occasion, he would look for something heart-shaped. They became his signature.

At the funeral Celebration we held for Levi, my dear friend Carla approached me and gave me a very large heart-shaped box. She said, “I don’t know why I bought this for you, but I got this very strong message that you were supposed to have this.” At the time, I didn’t think of it as a sign or a message. I was just puzzled that someone would give me an empty box at such a time.

…. Since Levi’s passing, many of those who were close to him have received hearts. Levi’s dad has gotten the most, finding them on his airplane seat, his desk and in restaurants. Hearts aren’t the only messages I feel he sends. Music was a very big part of Levi’s life. He loved the radio and watching MTV, and had a vast collection of CDs. He also loved to dance.

Since his passing, I often hear a song in a store or wake up with a tune in my head and wonder if it’s him sending me a message. Sometimes the timing is just too perfect or the words are just what I need to hear. I like to believe that this is coming from Levi. It makes me smile.

Many skeptics will dismiss the idea that you are receiving signs. But regardless of whether the thing you interpret as a sign is merely a coincidence or not, enjoy it. Choose to believe. We won’t truly know how the universe works until we are on the other side. Until then, keep your mind and heart open to the possibility that your Only may contact you in some unique way. Parents who have lost their children often describe receiving signs from them, and most draw immense

comfort from this.

The Ultimate Test

In the dark hours that followed Levi’s death, I remember wondering if I was being punished for not initially wanting a child. With time, however, I realized these were the typical, unstable thoughts of a bereft person.

Losing your Only will test your spiritual belief as nothing else ever will. We can be angry with God and we may even doubt the existence of a higher power that takes away our child. In fact, our loss may be the ultimate test of our spirituality, one that forces us to truly live whatever religion or spiritual practice we have embraced. As parents we may have taught about the power of God, and that God is good.

We talked the talk, but walking the walk now proves hard. I continue to believe that God is good, and that we have been chosen for this experience for some reason we may never understand. For now, we have a choice—w e can die with our Only, or we can live a full and generous life.

We are sad for our loss. We miss them. We love them. But if we truly believe, we know our Only has moved on to a better place. They are with those who have passed on before them, which may include grandparents, other family members, friends and pets. So we can choose to feel grateful. We were given the gift of this child, and though our time with them was all too brief, we can smile knowing that they are happy, warm, fed, and healthy. After all, isn’t that what parents want for their children?

Prior to such an event, we may experience intuition without fully acknowledging it. After such an event, our intuition becomes more important. I believe we are all able to receive comfort intuitively, to accept guidance and consolation, be it in the form of kind words

and gestures from friends and family, silent strength from our higher power, or even signs from our Only. When you lose your Only, your spirituality may take a giant step forward.

Thank you for your interest in Losing Your Only, by Dr Debi Yohn. This is a very personal story which helped Dr Yohn discover her purpose – to motivate and support parents and others to live life to their highest potential. The digit version of the book is currently available at http://losingyouronly.com/get-the-book/. If you would like to be notified about the upcoming print and audio release, please visit this page and send Dr Debi your name and email address.

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Serenity Lost by Amy Romine

Eric wasn’t sure how much time had passed when they headed back to the hotel, still laughing and talking. He walked into the lobby and the thought of saying goodbye to her twisted an unfamiliar knot in his stomach.

“I should probably get to bed,” she said as she turned to him, her hands in her pockets. “My flight leaves pretty early.”

“Yeah, me, too,” he replied with an uncomfortable nod. “Thanks for the company. It was fun.”

“It was,” she replied as her eyes locked with his. She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Night.”

“Night,” he replied, his breath catching in his throat as he watched her turn the corner and disappear.

He wanted to go after her, he wanted to know her name, and yet his feet remained cemented to the floor. He dug into his pocket, found his room key and moved to the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor, as he rationalized letting her walk away. They would never see each other again. Which was the whole reason, he assumed, that she wanted to keep it all in generalities.

She was just a stranger he’d met in a bar, a captivating, intelligent, funny, beautiful stranger, but a random stranger nonetheless. He didn’t need to complicate his life more than it already was. Walking away was the right thing to do.

Eric stepped onto his floor and looked at his key for the room number. He turned the corner, seeing her mane of curls tossed over her shoulder. She dug in her pocket while balancing two bottles of water in one hand. After a moment, she looked up, meeting his eyes and all sense of reason disintegrated as his body ignited.

“Old hangover trick,” she explained with a smile. He moved toward her, needing to shorten the unbearable gap. All of his energy fell into the ocean of her eyes as he invaded her space. Her voice faded as his hand rested on her hip. “Two Tylenol and a bottle…”

His fingertips grazed over the delicate twists framing her face. Her eyes fluttered closed and a powerful need overwhelmed him. His hand wrapped around her waist to land on the small of her back. He pulled her against him, feeling the gentle rise of her chest as she took a slow breath. He focused on her eyes as they opened, and he lowered his mouth to brush a hesitant kiss over her breathtaking lips.

The touch was soft and lingering. She moved her lips against his in a tender caress that made his heart flutter. Unable to ignore the softness of her lips, he savored every touch. His fingertips swept her cheek as he kissed her long and slow. The water in her hands dropped to the floor with a soft thud. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and his hand tangled itself within the curled tendrils of her beautiful hair.

The delicate scent of her body filled him, stirred the rolling heat within his stomach and a groan sat at the bottom of his throat. He ached for her skin as his hands shifted beneath her shirt. His fingers danced over the silk of her lower back. Her soft body crashed against him. Her grazing hands inched down his back, across his abdomen and up to his chest, sending spikes of electricity into his groin.

Their once hesitant, tender embrace became deep, insistent and brimmed with mutual passion. One hand in her hair, the other encircling her waist and he walked her back, trapping her against the wall. His hunger for her seemed unquenchable as he devoured her lips and explored the recesses of her mouth with his tongue.

His heated body pressed against hers as their lips parted, gasping for air. He traced his tongue down the line of her neck. He stopped, suckling on her collarbone. His fingers lingered on the area of satin between the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip. They played for a moment before moving upward, across her ribs. She attacked his ear with a purr. He lifted his eyes, the reflection of his own breathless passion shone within her depths of blue.

“Where’s your room?” she managed to ask as he tugged at her lips in distraction.

“I have no idea,” he said with a grin. She cocked her head to the side before her hands dove into his pockets. Searching for his key, her fingers brushed against him.

Unable to turn away from her dazzling eyes, a smile edged his mouth as she teased him. When she finished, she drew him against her by the pocket of his jeans.

“I think I found it,” she said as her breath teased his lips.

She triumphantly lifted the key between them.

Room three forty-eight.

Content just to have her in his arms, he realized he didn’t care about the room or the world around them. Overwhelmed by the new sensation of serenity, his thumb traced the line of her cheek. He leaned down, once again coaxing her lips against his. Her arms slid around his neck as she brought him closer. He fell into the candy of her mouth.

Voices descended the hall and she whimpered in irritation at the interruption. He groaned with the broken embrace as he took her hand to search for his room. She laughed at his obvious desperation.

An unnerving ache replaced the serenity in the absence of her warmth. As soon as he found the room, he swept her back into his arms and pressed her against the door. He reclaimed her lips as his own, in case she’d forgotten. His hands slid around her hips before he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He carried her into the room. His attention still focused on her lips as the door closed somewhere off in the distance. Her legs locked around his waist as she pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders and he shrugged it away. The edge of the bed bumped against his leg. He lifted his knee as he turned and leaned forward, laying her down beneath him.

Their lips parted as he eased against her, their bodies meeting through the barrier of cloth. His fingers traced the edge of her hair. He gazed into her eyes, making sure they both knew where this was going. She seemed to sense his hesitation and answered it with a sunlit smile and a grind of her hips that erased any of his doubts.

He’d never wanted someone so much in his entire life…

 

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For Jason

And if I go

While you’re still here

Know that I live on,

Vibrating to a different measure

behind a veil you cannot see

through.

You will not see me,

So you must have faith.

I wait for the time when we can

soar together again

both aware of each other.

Until then, live your life to its

fullest and when you need me,

Just whisper my name in your

heart.

…I will be there.

Author unknown

Jason Michael Sheehan Ter Borg

Committed suicide at age 23

7/31/78 to 2/19/02