Less Stress, More Facials.

Anyone else love a good facial? Let me introduce you to the Cadillac of facials, the Hydra-Facial. You know when you get a facial, the first thing you do afterward is feel your skin and you’re so excited because of how soft and smooth it is? Imagine that except you can also immediately see a difference in your skin too! Sign me up, right?

A hydra-facial is a revitalizing treatment that promises long term healthy skin and isn’t targeted towards only one type of skin, it’s meant for all skin types! Yes, you read correctly, even the most sensitive of skins can benefit from this fancy facial. There is no downtime and you’ll instantly feel and see gratifying results. This treatment removes dead skin cells from the surface, extracts impurities( a.k.a dirt, oil, pimples, white heads, black heads, etc..) and cleanses, hydrates and moisturizes the new skin. So basically, this facial cleanses not just only the surface but it cleanses below the surface as well. KA-CHOWWW!! Sorry, I have toddlers who love the movie, Cars.

The first thing you’ll do is have a consultation with your skincare specialist. You will discuss your skin and your concerns and that will help customize your service, down to what types of cleanser, serums or moisturizers to use. From there you’ll be set up on the facial table, your hair will be tucked away behind a towel so your hair doesn’t get wet and the facial will begin.

Your skincare specialist will begin by cleansing and exfoliating the skin. A ‘deplaning’ tool will be used to help open up the pores and sweep away the uppermost later of debris and dead skin cells.

After that, we did a minor acid peel. The peel used in this treatment is usually a glycolic or salicylic acid. These typically don’t leave the skin feeling like it’s on fire, for me, it just gave a tingling sensation. Glycolic acid is the holy grail of exfoliation meaning it removes the outermost layer of dead skin. It will leave your skin brighter and noticeably fresher! It’s also used to treat signs of aging, discoloration in the skin and scarring. Salicylic acid is super beneficial for helping to dissolve skin debris that clogs your pores and causes acne. Together, these two form the perfect team for glowing skin.

The next step is every pimple poppers dream..well..kinda sorta. Instead of manually removing all the ooey goodness out of pores with the tips of your fingers or an extractor, a special tool is used to basically vacuum the skin. The sound this little tool makes kind of reminds me of the little suction tool that’s used inside a dentists office but I assure you this little fella stayed on the surface of my face. Getting back to every pimple poppers dream, the best part of this whole enchilada..there’s this little secret cup attached to the backside of this machine used to do all of these magical things. This cup, stores all of what came out of your skin. Mine actually wasn’t that bad but I googled some and I saw some that looked like it came straight out of a gumbo pot. Not the meat of course, just the juice, ha ha.

Lastly, the serum application. This step infuses antioxidants, collagen and hydration back into the skin using a vortex-fusion tool.

Your skin will be glowing immediately after the treatment is over. Generally there’s little to no redness following the facial, my nose was a little red but by the time I made it to my truck in the parking lot, the redness had subsided. I definitely recommend this facial for anyone who is looking for a facial with immediate results. You can get this treatment once a month with results that last typically 5-7 days or longer. I’m at almost the two week mark and my skin is pretty much looking the same, just saying.

Interested in a facial with immediate, fresh and glowing results? Call Louisiana Skin Care of Louisiana at (337) 456-3282 to schedule today!

Disclosure: This post is sponsored by the office of Dr. Kevin J. Duplechain,

What does it mean to really live?

Last night was the first time ever that my husband and I ever had the house or the night completely to ourselves, kid-less. I was kinda shocked because both of my kids voluntarily left to stay at their grandparents. Mostly shocked at my youngest because she’s such a homebody. But none the less, it happened and I was looking forward to lots and lots and lots of undisturbed sleep. But that didn’t happen.

No, it’s not what you’re probably thinking. I’d like to keep this post as PG as possible, ha ha. I actually had a nightmare that felt like it lasted all night long and it would not stop.

In September, it will make ten years my mother passed away. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for me to have dreams about her. For the first few years, I have only dreamt of her being sick, looking sick and not speaking to me. Every time she would visit me in my dreams, I wanted a visual of the real her, I wanted her hug, her laugh, her smile and her voice. It wouldn’t be until about two years ago that she would start to appear more normal in my dreams but she’s never happy in any of them.

Before I go into the debilitating nightmare I had last night, I will share one of my last dreams of her.

We were in my grandfathers house, this is where majority of my dreams take place. Not just of her, just..all of my happiest childhood memories are there so I guess that’s where my subconscious takes me. In this particular dream, my husband and I were upstairs asleep with the girls. The girls were restless and we were tired of struggling to get them to sleep so we came downstairs. On the way downstairs, I could hear sobbing. I came around the corner and into the side bedroom. (In real life, that used to be her bedroom.) As I’m walking in, I see my mother sitting at the edge of the bed, gripping my Erin Condren Life Planning Calendar to her chest and she is sobbing so hard. I walked up to her and asked her what was wrong and she would only shake her head. (Remember, my mother doesn’t speak to me in my dreams..) I asked again and again and she would only shake her head, until finally she started repeatedly telling me she was sorry. I told her it was okay and she held up my calendar to my face and said,” No, Christen, I’m so sorry, I changed everything. I’m so sorry.”

When I woke up, I was so overwhelmed with emotions I didn’t understand. In my dream, I knew she wasn’t alive but she was right in front of me. I was happy I heard her voice, finally. I was upset because it was just another nightmare that I had to wake up from. I was crippled at the details of the dream itself. She was gripping my calendar and she said she changed everything. Was this a real message from her? Was it just my mind playing games with me? No matter what the real answer is, I like to believe that it was really her coming to me and apologizing for how her orchestrated death truly altered the rest of my life.

My dream last night had somewhat of a crippling affect on me this morning. You know how sometimes you’re in the middle of a dream and you wake up and you try to go back to sleep to see what happens next? But that never happens? It happened to me last night. I was in and out of this dream all night long.

In last nights particular dream, I had already dealt with my mother’s death once. Only, she wasn’t buried and in the ground. My mother’s first death was everything about her fading out to nothing. Her smile was gone, her charisma had vanished, she wasn’t present anymore, she lost all love for people including her family and her life. She was basically a potato. She was alive but she wasn’t living. If that makes any sense.

When I heard the words,” Your mother died again” in my dream, it shattered me. The pain I felt was the same as the day I actually did watch her die. As I held her hand, as I watched the monitors numbers drop lower and lower by the minute, as I sunk to the floor, as I lost all feeling in my entire body inside and out and began to cry to the point I couldn’t breathe anymore. I felt that same hurt in that nightmare.

When I got up this morning to my husband already being gone to work and my children away at their grandparents, I was just as alone as I felt in my bad dream and on the real day she died. I got dressed, I got in my truck, I went to the gym..and in between sets, I had an epiphany.

How many of us suffer multiple deaths? I know you’re probably thinking, um..we only die once lady. Hear me out, I’m talking hypothetically, how many of us only have a pulse but no passion or purpose? How many of us stop living because life gets too hard, we go through the motions or handling all of the things is too much to bear? How many of us settle because we are too afraid to pursue the steps that it takes to get us to the next place in life? How many of us quit because we can’t take the heat?

How many of us can actually answer that question honestly and say I am still living up to my absolute best potential and I am showing up every single day? Not for her, not for him, or any of them..but for you. How many of us can actually say with pride that you have the ability to push with stride when things get hard?

Are you even living? Who is really living before they punch that clock one last time? I don’t know about you..but I want to live.