Fast-Friendly-On-The-Go Diet: 40 Year Old Female Diet Veteran Regroups

I am posting my solution for an inexpensive weight loss lifestyle plan. I have also included links to calorie counters and calculating your daily caloric need. I explain in the article that each person is different. They need to personalize their plan. They should also see a doctor before starting a diet and or exercise plan. The publisher would not allow me to put my email in the text. So, if you want help with creating a plan that works for you and fits your lifestyle, please email me or put your email in the comments at either site.

Or, go to my profile and email me directly!

http://www.healthmad.com/Weight-Loss/On-the-Go-Friendly-and-Stress-Free-Diet-A-40-Year-Old-Diet-Veteran-Regroups.190725

Article on Worship

Hot off the press! Here is a recent article I wrote on worship. I traveled this summer to several conferences and had discussion with people about their beliefs and relationships with God.

Here is the link where it was published. http://www.authspot.com/Journals/Worship.190789

Magical Moment in Worship

Last Sunday I had a magical moment in worship. I was inspired to write the poem: Magical Moment. I rediscovered what it means to soar with Jesus and be free. I just need to go there more often. There is life in His presence! This happens to me every time I sing to Him. Kudos to the Worship Team at North Port Suncoast Community Church. My hope and prayer is that our congregation is reveling in His presence as well!

You can find this poem by clicking on the link under published poems. Or, you can go directly there by clicking below.
http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Magical-Moment.188853

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Emily Dickenson and Me: Coming Out of Secret and into this World

Emily Dickenson and Me: Coming Out of Secret and into this World
By Ileana Reich
I have often compared my dark poetry and life to Emily Dickenson life. I researched her works and life in college. I have always wondered why she kept her poetry concealed. I can infer a lot of things. Instead of being a closet alcoholic, she was a closet writer. How many of us have done the same thing? Emily is one of the most intriguing poets I have read. Her life story is very unique. I have found a lot of similarities between our lives. She has inspired me, yet from her grave.

Emily wrote most of her life. Since I have been writing poems for almost 30 years, I see this as the first safe comparison. I have often wondered why I have only allowed a few people to see them, and why she died without letting anyone read them. I first started writing poetry and songs when I was 13. I had several of my first teenage written poems stolen from an apartment storage area when I was 18, and I was devastated by this. I was writing about death, eating disorders, faith and hope in God at that time. I was a Romanian Greek Orthodox at that time, which is a traditional church. Emily was raised in a traditional Christian home too. I kept writing all the way though adulthood, just like Emily too!


Also, Emily wrote about Nature, Death, and Love; I do the same. We both buried our poetry in a drawer. I did not want to wait until I died to allow it to be published. My work is very personal to me, and often the dark things I write about are real world experiences for me. This makes me very vulnerable. This may be why Emily didn’t get her work out there. It is much safer to keep things quiet. I think Emily had fear of rejection and acceptance. Also, what she was writing about was not traditional in nature, and it could have shocked her community. I cannot worry so much about that. Since I feel compelled to get it out there. I have to trust God on this. I also think that by getting my thoughts and feelings out there, others can be possibly be freed or helped. It also helps to know that you are not alone.


I find that I write when I am sad. Often things in the present remind me of a trauma that I had in the past, this brings what happened subconsciously right up to the forefront of the moment. I once heard this referred to as a body memory. I am trying to live in the now. I think that lately that is what I have been writing and struggling with. How does one make those body memories go away and stop coming back on their own? Did I give them the rights to do that? This sounds like another poem coming out of me.

I do believe that there is hope in Jesus and without Him I would not be alive. I hope more poems of hope and faith pour out of me. I know this will happen as I am freed!


I have an awesome link to Emily Dickenson’s poetry in my 'links of value', and my poetry can be found in the archives on this website.

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

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Twenty Feet Down

Frozen icicles hanging from a rooftop have a sure destiny.
The ultimate time of their end depends on the temperature of the air,
The wind factors, and the heat that escapes through the attic.
There is no thought about it; it just is.
They will return to the Earth one day.

Veering over a ledge looking twenty feet down.
You have choices to make.
This depends on the heaviness of your sorrow,
The amount of time you think you have left,
And your thoughts on what will happen if they do or don’t.

Neither choice seems well,
So you wait and wait!
You feel frozen like an dead icicle,
But you know that either way,
It will be over one day......
Either way!

It will be ALL over one day!

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

Blink

Blinks
Why, in a split second, a murder is committed, a baby is born,
a hamster dies, a mailman retires, a drunk driver kills a woman,
an earthquake destroys an entire community, a child is kidnapped,
a person finds a job, another looses their job, one faints,
an individual gets an incurable disease,
and then a person is healed?

Why, in the blink of an eye, a soul is saved,
an angel rejoices, a teenager commits suicide, a couple gets divorced,
a couple marries, a dog gets run over by a car,
a puppy is born, a basement floods, a contract is broken,
a vow is made, a car breaks down,
one becomes sick and throws-up?

All in the blink of an eye!

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

Air Keeps Me Alive

Air Keeps Me Alive
I clench my fists and shake them in this space.
I clench my jaws and try to hold in air.
My heart throbs laboriously.
I always come back to this hell-

Clenched fists and jaws.
Expressions escape both painfully and indignantly with each exhale.
Air- it keeps me alive.
As long as I care, I’ll keep beating the air.
Will it always be this awkward?

Air- it keeps me alive!

(C) Ileana Reich 2009

The Unexpected Hour

The Unexpected Hour
What is IT that Stocks the Soul and Wounds the broken heart?
Why do lonely and unfortunate people flock to it?
Does
Death give answers?
Or does pain swelling Cloud the issue?

In the hour of Death one runs to it as if IT is his or her savior.
And Death, Death is often the first thing a prisoner
Considers.
“How, when, where,
And, will anyone care?”

Death crawls under My door enticing Me to embrace its Haven.
The fog creeps in my soul and the cool breeze is
Hypnotizing.
That I must shake myself to awaken my semi-numbed senses!
And, in the hour of Death, I unexpectedly find
Life !

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart
On the far side of my ocean,
That’s where you are.
Our positions never meet,
They find quick defeat!
Confused, frustrated, and determined
Echoes travel across this vast distance.
Only to hit a wall,
Right in the middle of my ocean!

On the far side of the ocean
Is your cold and closed beach.
Our words disconnect over tides,
You live your own life.
Your coded, loaded, and bloated
Stiff echoing noncantankerous
Words rebound right back to your beach,
And my silent ocean is bleak.

On the far side of your scarlet beach,
Across my indigo ocean.
Our opposite worlds never meet.
I swim with shipwrecked sailors.
You fish!

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

Moment In the Sand

A Moment in the Sand
Sand
Sun
Shells
Ocean
Breeze

Hope
Faith
Joy
Mental
Peace

Dedicated to my daughter, Angel Felkins

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

Merry-Go-Round

My head is spinning...

Merry-go-round, merry -go-round.

Surfing, swaying, gliding....

In and out of madness.

And the merry-go-round round...

Plays a merry sound sound.

It haunts me!

Stop! Wait! Get me off!

Confusion, motion, volatile commotion.

I want off this merry-go-round!

So, why do I keep staying on it?

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

On the Edge

On The Edge

Living on the edge of nowhere,

Where the desert meets no oasis,

I look for answers,

There I look for water

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

Blank

Blank
Blank this paper is blank
There are no words to describe it.
So many things, so many plans
When-WHEN?
Mixed thoughts, new thoughts
What does it mean?
What do they mean?

When-WHEN?
Write a novel
Sing a song
The unknown is
BLANK

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

Am

Am

I am the only one
Who knows my life, my shame, and my pain.
My hopes, my dreams, my love, my children, my friends,
My shortcomings, and even my very end.



I am the only one who will eventually know the answers I need.
I am the only one who can know what Jesus wants me to do.
I am the only one who sees my life confused & often
misunderstood,


And, even I have hurt others with my words and actions.
I am the one right, right now,
In this very glimmer of time that truly wants to know what to do.

(C) Ileana Reich 2004

My Dream

My Dream
In this world, we look for a place where we feel safe.
A home to speak, to wonder, and to dream in.
Far beyond the oceans, I can see it.

In this world, I hope for a place where love and joy meet.
A life to live, to laugh, and have peace in.
Far beyond the heavens, I can dream it.

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

Petrified

Petrified

Frozen petrified rock

"Live! Live! Live!"

But a frozen petrified rock will not!

(C) Ileana Reich 2008

Crisis

Crisis

Crisis comes at the most inopportune time.

There is never any reason or rhyme.

Yet it comes, blowing off the lake.

No chance this storm will ever break.

Hurry! Hurricane ___is on its way,

And all I can do is stay!

(C) Ileana Reich 2008