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How do you know when to tune out the OPO?
How do you know when to tune out the OPO?

When OPO attacks

The effect of other people's opinions (OPO) can be extremely powerful. Input from a collective group can be helpful, valuable and quite constructive.

Just look at Yelp. I use this site all the time for restaurant and service recommendations. I employ the Yelp user reviews as direction to where to eat, who to get my nails done by in a foreign city or to choose a local florist to deliver an arrangement to an out-of-towner. I trust without question the opinions of complete strangers who offer star ratings, testimonials and detailed journals of their personal experiences regarding local businesses. Yelp has yet to be wrong.

On the flipside, there are times when unsolicited OPO makes its way into your life. There seems to be a particular phenomenon that when you share your medical adventures – everyone else wants to share too, and most of the time it's horror stories of pain, discomfort and gore.

When I recently relented and decided to finally get a cortisone shot in the tendon sheath that runs around the thumb and into the wrist to alleviate the physically limiting pain I was experiencing in my left hand, I was impaled by OPO – a bevy of well-wishing folks who detailed the humongous needle, shooting pain and general horror I was about to undergo.

By the time I arrived at the doctor's office, I was a blubbering mess. I commandeered my husband to be my official "hand-holder" and was resigned to getting the shot, regardless of the unbearable, bone-shattering pain "other people" told me I was about to endure. I was so worked up I was sweating, my stomach was in knots, nausea set in and at one point I thought for sure my body was about to hit the floor.

Then, the doctor came in and suddenly had second thoughts on whether the shot was the correct recourse. (That, or he viewed my pallor and decided I might need a moment before he shot me up.) He decided to do x-rays (to buy some time and) to be sure the joint was not the problem since at this point, I could not even f…

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Seriously, guys. It's not that hard to put your cart back where you found it.
Seriously, guys. It's not that hard to put your cart back where you found it.

Go on, be pushy

I know who you are.

You are the lazy, rude, selfish person who left your shopping cart by your vehicle in the parking lot after you unloaded. You happened to be parked next to me and now your vacant shopping cart has migrated onto my bumper.

Or onto my side door. Or somewhere else in a vicinity all too near my car and not where an empty cart should be.

Would it really have taken THAT much more effort to walk a few yards to the shopping cart corral in the parking lot or better yet, to saunter all 50 yards back to the entrance of the store where fervent holiday shoppers await your cart to then reload with their goodies?

Tell me, please – what made you skip that one last step of your shopping trip, to forgo that minute or two more to push the cart back to a proper area?

Because now (as four-wheeled-metal-baskets-sans-brakes tend to roll if not suitably sequestered) YOUR cart that YOU were too lazy to return has left a permanent mark on my vehicle! Plus, since I do not want the same thing to happen to someone else, or have your cart take up a parking spot meant for a car, or just due to my personal problem with objects out place – now, I have to wheel your cart back myself.

Shopping carts were forged to be pushed: around the store, to your car and then back in as a common courtesy to other shoppers and the store's lot.

If you are too lazy to push it for a return trip, don't shove it out, I say.

Lug your bags in hand and leave the cart at the front of the store if you can't take the minute moments to return it to a proper receptacle.

This holiday season, give the stores you patronize and your fellow shoppers the gift that doesn't cost a penny – return your cart to the correct vessel or offer it to another retail patron as a gesture of good faith that they, too, will be pushy in a good way.

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Day One is in the books.
Day One is in the books.

Does this T-shirt make me look fat?

You know you are fat (or fatter than you used to be) when your t-shirts don't fit you anymore. Especially when those T-shirts are the body conscious, paper-thin, burnout variety that show every lump and bump.

You know you've gained a couple pounds when your stretch leggings are so snug you are spilling over the top just like the term "muffin top" suggests.

You know something's tipped the scales when your wedding ring is too tight and your once-taut jaw line now slacks with the shadow of a double.

"Fat" means different things to different people. This is not a blog meant to elicit criticism, compliments or beg for attention. This is about feeling comfortable in your own skin and doing something about it when you don't. I've learned both professionally and personally that "comfortable" means different things for different people.

I never judge anyone else's physical or emotional view of themselves or outward manifestation of these ideals. I hold myself to a personal standard that works for me and makes me happy. I never hold anyone else to what I feel is best for me. People look, feel and function at their most beautiful, attractive and healthiest with different outward appearances and inward confidences that make them unique, different and wonderful.

To me and for me, "fat" means a shift in body mass percentage, causing a huge difference in the way my body looks and feels in clothing. I currently weigh in at 128 pounds and about 24 percent body fat – about 10 pounds heavier and six percent more body fat than I personally am "comfortable" at.

A wonky thyroid is partially to blame (I had very foolishly experimented with swapping out my prescription meds for my genetic hypothyroidism with a "natural" supplement), but it was my work schedule March through August that caused a change in my lifestyle that included losing my "me" time for fitness and the discipline over the food I ate.

And let me tell you. I enjoyed it. A lot. But, only for a little while. Soon, I …

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Is firing off that witty tweet really worth the pain?
Is firing off that witty tweet really worth the pain?

I'm too texty for my thumbs

I'm sitting at my kitchen table in front of two side by side legal pads, one marked "pros" and one marked "cons," deciding whether continuing to use my cell phone for texting, emailing, web surfing and social media is an unavoidable reality or an only- in-desperate-need option.

This surprisingly, has nothing to do with the nasty waves emitted into the cranium by proximity or the risk of cell phone particles migrating through pants pockets into reproductive organs. It's about the health of my digits – the ones attached to my person, not numerated on the dial pad.

Sure, it's super convenient to hold the epicenter of communication in the palm of your hand, but what happens when the fingers that attach to the fleshy cradle start communicating back to you via nerve pathways?

My thumbs are screaming, "Stop texting already!" "Do you really have to scroll down 20 pages of tweets?" "Can't you wait until you are in front of your laptop to respond to that email?" "Like it later, lady!" "Was Instagram really necessary?" (Absolutely. This is my new favorite platform.)

I woke up a few months ago with severe achiness in both of my thumbs, but more pronounced on the left side. It centered in the "knuckle," but traveled down the belly of my palm and into my wrist. After three months of denial, I finally to put two and two (thumbs) together as pain shot through the opposable digits as I entered a (fabulously witty) tweet on my Motorola XPRT keypad.

I believe the onset was a result of using my phone more while traveling on the road, as I had limited access to my laptop. I was sending extensive emails, having detailed text chats and just wasting time Googling on the device at a higher volume.

What's worse is that I think my particular phone and keyboard may have exacerbated the condition, due to its small width and tiny keys. Even more atrocious is that I insisted on having a keyboard of this type because I was so resistant to the iPhone touch screen.

Is having a cell phone wo…

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