Okay, now I know some of you are wondering, “Huh!?! What kind of title is that!?!” Well, I have to say that I personally find that stress makes me frown. It makes me grimace. It makes me glare. It makes me cry. And all of that is pretty horrible for my face. I get huge, heavy dark bags under my eyes. Of course the frown lines – if allowed to persist – linger for minutes and not just seconds, and I guess if I allow myself to run amuck for days at a time – get pissed and troubled all befo who knows frown lines may become my permanent lines. And, crazy as this may sound, I think my complexion gets a little grey – ashen I think is what some people call it. Eventually, stress leads to overeating chocolate and with that come’s pimples.
Oh yeah – stress sucks for my face. Anyone’s face.
Okay, I will admit I cherish being a female therefore programmed to slap on some make up to hide the evidence. But at some point the make-up has to come off, and I have to brush my teeth infront of a mirror , get glimpses of the post stress face, and…turn away. Are you in the same boat?
Well, enough with the stress. Let’s Om for our face. I love the sound of the word “om”. I love the feel of it as it reverberates through my throat, and makes my teeth feel like they are vibrating in my mouth. It’s like my personal buddist gong, no metal required. When I sit in a comfortable position, or lie down then close my eyes and om – an incredible peace washes of me. Soothing minutes of “om” have help me fall asleep. Healing seconds of om have brought me back to my center. Days of “om’ing” have soften the tension in my chest, and loosened the ball of pain that drag my facial muscles down into a frown. Months of om’ing have taught me how to redirect my attention to my quiet core out of my noisey, riled up head. The relaxation induced by a good “om” session has loosened my grip on my ice-cream and candy stash, allowing them to drop to the lower rung of my “must have to live” ladder.
Try it. Yes, it may feel strange at first, but don’t stop. You can be driving to work and some great driver cuts you off. “Om.” Going through a pile of bills you can’t imagine paying – “Om.” Remembering the argument you had with a loved one where you came out on the short-end and you want to crush someone. “Om.” Notice how your hints of frown lines become distant memories.
Since last Thanksgiving, in addition to dieting, and exercising – I have been giving myself “God and me” time and “om’ing” until I felt giddy. I look much younger than I did last month.
Try it and get back to me with your results.