Friday, March 9, 2012

Checkmate! ... It's about Visualization, ya baby!

Most people are in a desperate hunt for "that thing" that they can buy or that person that will just make everything better. 

This thing or person somehow will fix or facilitate accomplishing all that your heart desires. When this happens, they (you) are simply seeking an external resolve to an internal problem. Why do this? 

Simply put, when you lose passion for something, for someone, or fail time and time again, it is generally due to the fact that you (or they) have eased up and stopped challenging yourself; you've stopped practicing. 

We lose sight of the plan when we stop thinking about it every day or planning for it. In my mind this happens because of one of the following reasons:
  1. Lack of earnest commitment in the beginning.
  2. After enough practice and planning, things become easier, we then fail to recognize we need to step it up a notch; or even re-evaluate the plan based on growth and development. 
  3. You over-do it because you were too impatient and then you burn yourself out.
  4. Visualizing the end result isn't applied.

This is where we stagnate and lose our edge. In other words, this is where we start to lose sight and think the plan is failing. Or you may think that you are failing and either quit or look for an additional external quick fix.

Here's exactly why it's critical to make a plan. Set your goals continually, review them often and visualize how these practice sessions will help you achieve your innermost desires.

The aforementioned applies to relationships, fitness, general health, work, school and more. All four of the above mentioned points are equally important. But I wanted to really point out the second and fourth.

After enough practice and planning things become easier, we then fail to recognize we need to step it up a notch; or even reevaluate the plan based on growth and development. 

Once you practice enough (even with big passions) we tend to get a little lazy. If you did this in a job setting you would get fired eventually. 

However in a professional athlete's world, this is where their trainer will kick it up a notch. You see, you've created a solid base of talent and endurance. It's at this moment you've now really got something to work with. 

This is where the pianist laughs at the days of struggling through the Thompson Piano Books while being frustrated as they prepare for a performance of George Gershwin's Rhapsody In Blue. All of the sudden the old adage of "practice makes perfect" really resonates. 

Even to maintain status quo, there's a level of intermittent challenges that must be endured. We practice fifty-two weeks out of the year, so that we can give a solid performance periodically throughout the year simply to maintain.

Visualizing the end result. This is how we get to the next level mentioned in my previous point. How bad do you want it? 

Have you taken time to mentally visualize yourself actually doing the thing you want to do? This is easier said than done. 

Visualization can sometimes require just as much discipline as practice and planning, if not more - probably because it's that critical. 

The pianist probably listened to Rhapsody In Blue countless times with eyes closed. Hands were pictured playing it as the music progressed. 

This is where the athlete imagined the feel of their body in some position or another in the event. The athlete even has a good idea when to expect complete exhaustion and has pictured what to do to keep moving. 

This is where the Executive makes a masterful play in the office and gets the budget they need approved in order to do amazing things for their employees, as well as for the company.

In order to succeed in these of course, you will have to define your level of commitment (point one) so that you can layout the best plan and follow it. In constantly re-evaluating the plan you also reduce the risk of doing too much too soon thus burning out (point three).

My next plan is to get comfortable submerging my head under water (short term goal), so that I can become a better swimmer (mid-range goal). 

I would like to compete in a triathlon (big goal). It's taken me a long time to just get in the water. A good chunk of time was used to walk around in the water to overcome the feeling of panic. 

I'm now doing simple strokes, but I freak out every time water gets in my nose and mouth. BUT, I have seen me fully engaged in swimming in my minds' eye. It wasn't until I could visualize each of these steps that I could challenge the fear(s) and then do them. I will do this.

What's on your list?

Friday, March 2, 2012

When the Superman Band-Aid Doesn't Hold

So, I panic from time to time. Finding a way to get a grip on the irrational emotions that occur during that time is a tough job. 

There have been some interesting times in my life, and because of it, I've had the following terms used on me: mild OCD, panic disorder, PTSD

My response to them all back in the day was "woe is me", but now it's more akin to "bite me!" How many acronyms can a single person be labeled with? 

Hi, I'm Diana BS MS PT ICD9 340 ICD10 G35 OCD PTSD... and on and on and... Forget that! I've been labeled enough. Can't a person just be sad anymore?

Simply put, I've got issues, but who doesn't? I've got to deal with them and I refuse to hide behind or excuse the issues because of my labels. 

I also refuse to let labels and treatments desensitize me from the responsibility of corrective behavior; especially when I do have control over at least that much. 

Medicine is appropriate in the right setting, but that's not all that I should rely upon. So many people think that, because you have swallowed a pill, you've been absolved from doing anything else about the situation. 

I would like to submit that treating "the problem" by milligrams alone is essentially like putting on a band-aid with poor adhesive qualities.

I'm fascinated by the mind-body connection. I've begun to understand just how powerful a role it has played in my life; it's been empowering to know that though I may be irrational at times, I still have some semblance of control over my response(s). 

Not long ago I read something that got me really thinking - it was in Aine Tubridy’s book, When Panic Attacks. She was talking about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and I realized that what she had written about actually held the key to understanding normal fear and anxiety. 

Normal meaning, you live and breathe, therefore sadness will happen occasionally and you may even freak out from time to time because of it. 

Tubridy talks about the primitive fear response that is the basis of all panic, which can be good sometimes:

"[The aim of fear] is not only to prompt you to find safety, but it will remain in place until it is certain that the danger is over and that you will not be exposed to a similar experience before you have fully recovered. Once you are out of danger, the focus shifts to a risk of a future occurrence. Your internal bodyguard means to see that you don’t become complacent or relaxed for some time yet, to ensure that you stay ‘on alert’ should the danger return unexpectedly - the alarm will only cease when your primitive brain is completely satisfied that you are not in danger any longer and that adequate safety measures have been put in place for the future."

What I get out of this is that you have to prove to the primitive brain that the danger no longer exists - only then, will it stop the fear. And sometimes the fear may linger because the situation is prolonged. 


In some of those situations your life may not be in danger, but the brain perceives that it is; simply because it's in a state of unrest. In other words, you're not where you would like to be.

I can't tell you how many times over the years that I've read from multiple resources that the final say comes from the brain. 

In his book, Life Strategies, Dr. Phil McGraw said something to the effect of the following: When it's announced that one political party takes control of the Senate, it's not bad news, it's not even good news, it's just news

The pros and cons of the situation aren't assigned until an individual interpretation is applied. Even then, it's still just news. The mind still has the final say of how that information is going to affect you. Y-O-U still get to decide how you will respond to whatever comes your way.

This life is about our responses to the ebb and flow of circumstances that we experience. 
Labeled or not, medicated or not, 
we still get to decide what we do about it.

I've had a really long and really crappy week. The days have been packed with insecurity and frustration. But this week is also over, yeah! 

I also have had moments of joy while serving others, seeing family and seeing some neat people at work that I seldom get to see. The positives of this week really do outweigh the negatives. 

In any case, I'm really thankful for my pillow and I think I will go let my head sink into it. I look forward to a good long run tomorrow. You know what? I'm amazed I'm even running. Yes, these will be good dreams tonight; very good indeed.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Poetry Corner: Whoopee Cushion Memories

I've been giggling lately over many memories of the potty humor variety. So, I thought I would share the fun times with a potty humor poem I wrote about one particular memory. 

I'm simply enjoying the chuckle and I hope you have fun with the comedic relief as well. 


Whoopee Cushion Memories

sling shots ‘n bubble gum,
silly putty ‘n water guns,
too many moments to convey
my youth -
but of them all,
my favorite can only be experienced...

deep breath and exhale directed,
captured –
shh…
                 placement
                     is
                                       everything.

creeping up on normalcy
looking
as innocent as can be.
making the drop
isn’t
simple
for it
cannot
be seen.

‘neath cushions ‘n pillows
or simply dropped into seat,
slipped under a descending rump
or blatantly squeezed.

placing a whoopee cushion
is about
the element of surprise
and can only be rated
by the sound of your audience,
your poor victims cries.

By Diana M. Bateman
2007©

Friday, February 17, 2012

(la-la-la) Dear Ego, I Refuse To Hear You

When it comes to motivation, goals and achieving them, there's one key thing that really makes it all happen. 

It's the thing your parents struggled to teach you, the thing you struggle to teach your kids. It's the thing that you wish your spouse or partner would just get a grip on. 

Most importantly, it's the thing you will do anything not to have to admit that you don't have. It's all about discipline. Agh! Shh, ugh, yes, I really just said it $#&@!

I wish I had a magic pill for you to take, but I don't. This is a topic that I'm still working on. I fail daily. I'm also committed to recommitting, to becoming more disciplined - daily. Odd, but there's a huge sense of freedom in this thing called discipline.

Where do you lack? Look yourself in the mirror while asking this question. Make eye contact with yourself. Where are you lying to yourself? Start there. Restart there, then... start again.

Do yourself a huge favor, do not take the path of least resistance today. Then commit to trying the same thing again tomorrow. Frustrate your ego consistently and you will find a tremendous amount of inner strength that you never knew you had. 

Be free of whatever bogs you down - even if it's just for a few hours. It is the taste of momentary freedom that will help you to keep trying. 


Friday, February 10, 2012

Doing Most Everything!

Question: What do you think of when you see the acronym DME? 

Depending on who you are and what you face daily, DME could be a Moscow airport, Digital Motor Electronics, a chemical solvent, a Canadian brewery, or if you are like me Durable Medical Equipment. 

The term seems relatively harmless. Individually the words are actually very strong, frequently used words. But for some reason when combined, Durable Medical Equipment tends to carry a hefty punch in the gut, especially when the term is used in relation your own personal abilities. I know because I've experienced it. 

I've had home health nurses hook me up to IV's and I've walked with a cane out of need. I already know what the transition of able bodied to "needing assistance" feels like. 

But it's the public stare you get with "disability" that can test your hope, motivation, and positive outlook; it can even alter your perception of self.

I have a dear friend, who is about my age, and she also has multiple sclerosis. She is absolutely beautiful, inside and out. She has a genuine sincerity and glow about her. 

My friend used to be a dancer; however, her legs no longer perform like a dancer's. But my dear friend is still living life fully. She has kids, a husband, she's a normal mom. 

She has things to do, activities with kids and family. She's also a patient advocate speaker. This last December we travelled back from our patient advocate conference together. 

I was assisting her through the airport by pushing her two-wheeled walker and transporting her carry-on bag, while someone from airport security wheeled her to our gate in a wheelchair. 

While walking through the airport she told me to look at people as we walk through the airport. She wanted me to notice how often people stared at me specifically while pushing her walker. 

I pushed her walker as though I needed it to walk. It was simply easier to move it and her bag that way. In all reality, it appeared as though I was using the walker out of need. 

Oh dear, people really do stare... sometimes people are so transparent that there's no guessing as to what they are thinking. 

I got stares when I used a cane - but not like this. I now know the look and feel of pitiable concern - I do not like it at all. After a while I found that it had negatively affected my spirit. 

I really wondered about my ability to cope with that situation, if my level of ability were to ever require "assistance". 

I have another friend that was in an accident in his early twenties and it left him a quadriplegic. I was talking with him not too long ago.  He's been in a wheelchair now for more of his life than he's been without one. 

He's now at the point where he doesn't personally view himself as "disabled". He's married, lives a very full life. Travels for work, for pleasure and yes there are always considerations that have to be made in order to do that, but it's second nature now for him - it's normal. He said he doesn't even notice all the stares very much anymore.

It may be a hard pride hit to go from your own ability to using a DME (cane, walker, wheelchair), but recently I've really liked my new take home message of what a DME is. 

To me they're not only canes, walkers, wheelchairs, catheters, and such. They are also shoes, railings, ramps, a steady hand, and trekking poles to name a few. Even more recently, they are running shoes, cooling vests, iPod, knee brace, ice and pillow. 

All of these things are designed to get you from one location to another or to assist you achieve a desired action. To help you keep living life, in whatever capacity you can currently participate.


My DME's (left to right): cane, running shoes,  running water belt,
trekking poles, sharps container, needles, porcupine massage ball, knee brace.

After evaluating both of my friends and their circumstances as noted above, I have decided that because of my accumulated DME, I am and already have been, Doing Most Everything. 

I know that when people had a fixed gaze on me while using my cane a few years ago, and while pushing my friend's walker through the airport, that judgments were being made. 

But even if I weren't using those things, judgments were still being made. We can't escape that in life, so why let those judgments define our own beliefs and abilities? 

This is where the Imaginary Villain (the ego) seeps into our life. It is also precisely when we must commit to live life without limits.

If my time comes to live life fully in a more modified fashion, I pray that you will help me remember that I am still Doing Most Everything, just in a different way. We all need this kind encouragement. 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Ragnar Runner #3

Good heavens what have I gotten myself into!?! So - this blogpost is purely informational... Okay, so this is exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. 

By way of the Huntsman Hometown Heroes (HHH) I'm running the Canyonlands Half Marathon and I have found myself on the Myriad Genetics team for the Wasatch Back Ragnar also via HHH. For the Ragnar, I'm currently slated as Runner number three which is set to run a bit over nineteen miles of the total two hundred mile relay race. 


O'-my-holy-freakin'-cow! 

Here's our team video clip. I am in this video clip as well. Good times! Here's the Myriad team fundraising page, if you would care to donate in support of cancer research.

If you would like to follow what our team is up to during training for the Ragnar, you can visit our team website that our team leader is hosting. Collin is a very good guy and bringing us home as Runner #12.

That's all I have to say folks! This is a big year and I need lots of motivating cheers, 'cuz I feel a bit overwhelmed... yet, at the same time, I am excited for all the opportunities that lay ahead.


~ Diana

Damn Nylons!

I literally almost didn't go on a mission for my church because wearing nylons would be an essential part of my daily wardrobe. I did end up going on a mission though, but it was due to the genius that invented knee highs.

It took me a long time to figure it out, but I actually occasionally struggle from the effects of claustrophobia and the restriction of something so tight on me, (like nylons), that I am just agitated the entire time I'm in them. 

I was also obese at that time and my body just wasn't built to put nylons on easily. Apparently there's an art to putting nylons on, but I don't have that skill. 

I didn't understand the claustrophobia issue during the mission or even just a couple of years ago. I just thought that nylons were the creation of the devil, reinforced by popular society to be a required standard for women in skirts and dresses. As it turns out, minus the devil part, that last statement is kind of true (in my opinion). Screw that society! 

I actually discovered the claustrophobia issue much later. Over the years it has become more and more apparent pre and post MRI. MRI's are a frequent requirement to aid my continued medical management with Multiple Sclerosis. 

Now, I'm totally fine thinking about getting an MRI, but then come the day before and I get really anxious. In that state of mind, I start to get worried about how stiff I get in the darn machine. 

Then I think about having to lay perfectly still for an hour, while loud obnoxious noises rattle everything inside of me; praying that the rattling bursts of offensive noise won't startle me enough to make me move, which would require that MRI sequence to start over. 

Then my mind starts to worry about the tech and if they will be able to find a good vein easily, in order to inject the gadolinium dye, that acts as an illuminating contrast to enhance the scans that they are taking. 

If they don't get the vein right, then the side-effects of recovery from the dye getting into the body, outside of the vein, is very unpleasant. Then I start worrying about the results... 

My last MRI was a week ago. I don't know the results yet. I think my doctor is just going to wait on giving me the results until my next follow-up with him in March. I'm assuming that if there was a problem, they would have reached out to me by now.

The list of things that my mind thinks about pre and post MRI could go on a lot longer, but the reality is that darn glamour shot they took of my innards doesn't change the fact that I feel good right now. I am happy, right now. I am living life the best I can and gosh darn it, I'm having fun - right now. 

I should have smiled for the picture, then my big concern would be if I could hold the smile long enough. Better yet, maybe next time I will take a couple pair of nylons with me and require that the technicians wear them the entire time my photo shoot is running. 

I know it's not their fault, but it would sure make me feel better. Damn nylons!