Connie’s Confession: Taking Back My Power & Healing My Broken Heart

After a
loss—whether it’s the death of someone you love or the end of a
relationship—have you ever felt suspended in limbo? Plus, you just couldn’t
find your mojo again?

Well, I feel ready to come clean
with you. Ever since my dear mother passed away recently, I’ve been a grieving,
heartbroken, stymied health coach and wellness author in crisis. In short, I’ve
been feeling “off.”

While I’m working to get closer to
being “on” so I can serve you again, I’m now ready to make a confession.

Broken Heart with Staples - Jessica Urmanec - veemontamer@yahoo.comMy mom’s death and my subsequent
discoveries about things she did or didn’t do have hit me hard. Recently, I’ve been
crying at least once or twice a week—like the time I found NO mention in her
datebook that I was moving nearly 3,000 miles to be with her in her dying days.

Plus, Cheerful Connie isn’t around
as much anymore. Not only that, but I’m not sure where I should live now.

A little bit of history is in
order. Slightly more than a year ago, I gave up my apartment in New York City (where
I’d been for a decade) and moved back to California to be of service to my dear
dying mother, who had stage 4 lung cancer. (But she decided to let the disease progress at its own course — she choose to forgeo chemotherapy and
meds for fear of horrible side effects.)

Now that I’ve lost my mother, I’m
all alone in another part of the country, without her and without my friends in
the Big Apple.

Loss, I’m discovering, can wallop you.
It can toss you into turmoil and turbulence. And if your dear mommy died, that
can send you whirling.

I’ve also been in a quandary. I’m a
health coach, life coach, and bestselling author (Sugar Shock and Beyond Sugar
). How can I share with you my intense pain and sad truth that I’m
just not back to being my best me?

And why is Cheerful Connie taking
so long to return? While she’s starting to make a comeback, she’s still often frustratingly

Previously, I didn’t tell you the
full truth about how Mom behaved badly in her last year, how horribly she
treated me at times, and how My Last Year with My Mother was an utterly grueling ordeal.

The reason I told you a half-truth
before is because I was simply too embarrassed, hurt, and heartbroken.

What's more, I want to honor, respect, and put the best foot forward on
behalf of my Mom, whom I dearly loved, admired, and respected.

I really, really adored my mother, and I was very, very reluctant to share her weaknesses.

Before, in this blog post, I offered
only glowing praise for my mother and how she taught me—and you—how to leave
Planet Earth with spunk and style.

Yes, fall 2011 to fall 2012 was a charming,
wonderful, poignant time, during which my beloved mother shared valuable
lessons with me. She blazed (often with me along) through her impressive
culinary and cultural bucket list, and we had many pleasant moments together.

In other words, My Last Year with
Mom was full of sweetness. But it was glutted with bitterness as well. That’s
why I now call this time My Bittersweet Last Year with

Now, I feel ready to tell you a
little about the bitter part.

What made My Last Year with Mom especially
gut-wrenching and tear-jerking for me was that the calm, coherent, often-poised
mother I loved and knew vanished.

Instead, as her brain and body were
invaded by cancerous cells, she became Crabby Cancer Mom, someone who could be accusatory,
angry, argumentative, confrontational, controlling, cruel, demanding,
difficult, distrustful, hostile, insulting, irrational, manipulative, mean, and

For reasons I still don’t quite
understand—other than that dying people take it out on people they love the
most—Crabby Cancer Mom displayed a particular vengeance and viciousness towards
me. That was especially tough to take since I’d given up my apartment in New
York City and relocated for her. (I’m now living in a cramped but peaceful place
I hurriedly took after Mom angrily threw me out of her home for the umpteenth

By the way, the reason it was urgent and imperative that I relocate for Mom is that I was her closest living relative. If I hadn't moved, my poor mother would had no family members there for her often in her dying days. (My sister and mom had been estranged for more than a decade.)

So to summarize, during My Bittersweet
Last Year with My Mother, I was a victim of Mom Abuse.

Bear in mind that my mother’s
mistreatment of me was unintentional. It was the cancer’s fault.

Real Mom was in the dark. She didn’t
know what she was doing. At least I don’t think she did.

But although I knew Crabby Cancer
Mom was NOT my Real Mom, I still often felt confused, frustrated, exasperated, aghast,
helpless, devastated, sad, downright shattered, and absolutely frightened to be

Of course, experts recommend that you
set limits in your relationships.

“Speak up for yourself,” they
suggest. That’s good advice, but when you’ve made a strong commitment to
yourself to be there no matter what for
your angry, dying mother, you can’t set boundaries, especially if—as her
disease infects her thoughts and behavior—she treats you abysmally. (In fact, she treated me so horribly
that some people who witnessed her putdowns were shocked that I stood by her.)

Anyhow, I’ve been reeling in
aftershock for the past four months. And I’ve had enough.

It’s time to take back my power.
I’m determined.

To get to a centered place where I
can serve you again, I’ve now mapped out my comeback.

  1. I’m taking time out every day to nurture myself,
    including going to the gym, meditating, attending a grief support group,
    listening to James Twyman’s The Moses
    , or reading inspirational passages from authors such as Dr. Wayne W.
    Dyer, Dr. Ken Druck and Anne Lamott. I’m also back in therapy, and I work with
    a coach from time to time.
  2. I’m cleaning up my food. In particular, I’m
    limiting or steering clear of quickie carbs such as sweet potato chips, corn
    nuts, and popcorn. (More about that later, but suffice it to say that I haven’t
    been perfect since Mom died. I did, however, stay away from the sugar so for those
    of you wondering, I am still sugar-free.)
  3. I’m healing and getting perspective, as well as
    honoring my mother, by writing a new book, which I’m tentatively calling, Bittersweet: How to Stand
    by Your Difficult, Dying Loved One and Learn from My Rollercoaster Last Year with Mo
    m. (The book title may change. I also started the Bittersweet Year Blog, where I'll be blogging parts of my next book. A beautiful design from the talented Hillary Carlip is going up shortly.)
  4. At long last, I’m going on a 10-day transformational
    retreat from Jan. 30 to Feb. 10 to get my act together, so to speak. Please note that I’m NOT taking a
    vacation. Rather, I’m going to dig very deep so that I can become a better me
    and be better able to serve you.
  5. I’m going on e-mail and phone silence. Admittedly,
    this is a requirement for the program I’m attending, but I would do it anyhow. 
  6. I’m turning many times a day to the
    endearing, inspirational best-selling author Louise Hay for help.
    For instance, I’m listening over and over again to the forgiveness track on Louise’s
    CD of I Can Do It. “Forgiveness of
    yourself, and of others, will release you from the prison of the past,” she knowingly
    says. Later, she charmingly puts it, to “it’s time to move with joy into the
  7. I’m honoring myself and my need for healing time
    by allowing myself to postpone presenting my Sugar Freedom Now Virtual Retreat and delay
    taking on new coaching clients.

Of course, you want me to be there
fully so right now, I’m dedicating myself to “refueling,” regrouping, rediscovering
my true calling, uncovering my strengths, finding inner peace, and reaching a
higher plane. 

I invite you to join me. Go on your
own voyage of healing and rebirth so you can Take Back Your Power.

Even if you aren’t grieving the
loss of a loved one, you can become dedicated to rediscovering your own beauty
and wisdom. 

Please let me know what transformational
methods work best for you to Take Back Your Power. I’m eager to explore tactics
that I may be overlooking.

By the way, please stay

On April 15, I will be
celebrating 15 years sugar-free (mostly). Yikes!

In honor of that landmark,
I’ll be giving lots of radio and TV interviews about my most recent book,
Beyond Sugar Shock, which came out while Mom was dying. (I’m so grateful that
before Mom passed away, she saw and was very proud of me for my new book.)

I’m also planning a newly
improved six-week Sugar Freedom Now Virtual Retreat. It begins March 6.

Thank you kindly for your
patience during this challenging, but transformative time.

Special thanks to Jessica Urmanec for creating the above illustration.

Sugar was once my go-to "drug." Now, I'm an ex-sugar-addicted journalist. ALL 44 of my baffling ailments vanished after I reluctantly kicked the sweet stuff and quickie carbs in 1998. Now, I’m author of the expose, Sugar Shock (Berkley Books, 2006) and Beyond Sugar Shock (Hay House, 2012), which gives you a simple, proven plan to kick sweets. My next book, Crush Your Crazy Cravings™ -- which I'm now completing -- will give you easy, tested tools to squash your cravings for sugar, salt and fatty foods. I’m also a motivational speaker, certified life coach, certified health coach, media guest, and Gab with the Gurus host. I'm also organizer for the upcoming Sugar World Summit. Let’s connect on social media!

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