Have you ever been so surrounded by the white-noise of life that you feel a constant nagging and yet undefined agitation?
This is what happens to me when I don't get quiet time to simply reflect and think. This time is sacred and requires being unplugged and push notifications turned off.
For me, the best meditation and reflection time typically occurs either running or with my favorite pen in hand, paper nearby and either on a beautiful walk or sitting in an awesomely comfortable chair.
If I don't get quality time like that I feel lost, frustrated, and internally angry. I don't think I realized how critical this time is for me until recently.
Having just spent time on a little vacation to Mexico at beautiful resort, I had some of this reflection time. It came in fits and starts while still needing to be a mom and a wife, but I was able to get more of this reflection time than normal.
I learned something during this time that was critical to know. Yes, I need a moment in time for inner reflection and it can certainly happen in 5-10 minutes.
I just need to be more willing to surrender to that time, rather than fighting for more - thinking that quantity is more valuable than quality.
I also learned how I have used stupid apps to numb the void I feel inside when I don't take a quality 5-10 minutes to myself. That constant numbing wastes so much time and makes us oblivious to amazing experiences that can only be seen after pressing the off button.
These are important things to learn and rediscover throughout life. This practice is a good mental health check.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Sagging boobs, gassy, and feeling sexy!
When I was obese I used humor to make my fat not so suffocating to me. In doing so I would say things like:
It was during that same segment of life I would get really ticked off at "skinny people" when they would complain and whine about needing to lose ten pounds. I think I was bothered by it because for most of my life (ages 12-33ish) I was either highly overweight or obese.
Now I think I finally understand the need to lose ten pounds for what it is; regardless of any one particular person's weight. It's really about feeling good.
Feeling good health-wise. Feeling better in how your clothes fit. Feeling less bloated. Feeling less in the way. Feeling socially, physically, and even more sexually desirable. Feeling less concerned and aware of how uncomfortable even your skin can be.
There's no one, two, or even three numbers on the scale that are the tipping point for when this happens.
Simply put, your weight does not always coincide with the burden of feeling unhealthy, undesirable, or sexy enough.
The burden of feeling good is just as much of a psychological effort as it is a physical one.
Oftentimes people choose not to exercise because they are sad or depressed. That is a mental health road block, not a physical one. That is when you believe that you are not worth the effort or that the effort won't make a difference.
When in this bad place not only exercise goes out the window, but so do spiritual endeavors, hobbies, and relationships. When this happens you start to also "not feel good".
Feeling desirable (and even sexy) has more to do with your perception of yourself than it does about how you actually look.
When was the last time you looked in the mirror and actually saw you for who and what you are, rather than what you are not?
- "At least with a rear as big as mine, when I run my butt flaps so wildly it almost sounds like I'm singing the Star Spangled Banner."
- "I'm so fat that when I pass gas you don't even noticed that I've just lost ten pounds."
- "I don't run because when I do my boobs hit me in the face and sandbags like that can really do damage!"
It was during that same segment of life I would get really ticked off at "skinny people" when they would complain and whine about needing to lose ten pounds. I think I was bothered by it because for most of my life (ages 12-33ish) I was either highly overweight or obese.
Now I think I finally understand the need to lose ten pounds for what it is; regardless of any one particular person's weight. It's really about feeling good.
Feeling good health-wise. Feeling better in how your clothes fit. Feeling less bloated. Feeling less in the way. Feeling socially, physically, and even more sexually desirable. Feeling less concerned and aware of how uncomfortable even your skin can be.
There's no one, two, or even three numbers on the scale that are the tipping point for when this happens.
Simply put, your weight does not always coincide with the burden of feeling unhealthy, undesirable, or sexy enough.
The burden of feeling good is just as much of a psychological effort as it is a physical one.
Oftentimes people choose not to exercise because they are sad or depressed. That is a mental health road block, not a physical one. That is when you believe that you are not worth the effort or that the effort won't make a difference.
When in this bad place not only exercise goes out the window, but so do spiritual endeavors, hobbies, and relationships. When this happens you start to also "not feel good".
Feeling desirable (and even sexy) has more to do with your perception of yourself than it does about how you actually look.
When was the last time you looked in the mirror and actually saw you for who and what you are, rather than what you are not?
Saturday, February 15, 2014
A Crushed Heart Can Lead to Triumph
This is the moment. Just as imagined and hoped for. So much preparation has gone into getting to this exact point. Can a heart really pound this intensely without bursting? It's time to shine and overcome what you once thought was impossible.
This is the description of a moment we have all experienced at some point. The nervousness, excitement, hope, and simultaneous dread; hoping all things go as dreamed, as imagined.
This is Sweet-pea's story. Sweet-pea is the fictitious name of a real person - my friend.
Using my skills as a personal trainer, I volunteer at a center for developmentally delayed adults. This is where Sweet-pea and I met.
The need for personal training with this special needs population is so high and often over-looked because it's not glamorous personal training. However, from my perspective, this is one of the populations that need it most.
How would you feel bound to mobility aides, immobilizing braces, and straps? For a brief time at this center, about 20 of the patrons receive continued and personalized training throughout the week. A grant and volunteers makes this possible. Sweet-pea is one of the 20 who receive these benefits.
Sweet-pea is in her late 40's to early 50's and uses a wheelchair. She can't talk, but she gestures and nods "yes" and "no". Sweet-pea is strong-willed and as independent as she can be. She loves to tease and has a natural "Oh ya? Just watch me attitude."
Sweet-pea's neck leans excessively forward (practically touching her clavicle) due to postural and upper body weakness. As directed by a physical therapist, we've been working with her to walk with the aid of a walker as we follow behind her with a wheel-chair to catch her (just in case). This week the goal was big and Sweet-pea was eager for it.
Sweet-pea was going to walk about 80-feet with only three rest stops. She was ready. She could see it and taste the victory. She was particular about a friend watching. She was also specific that no one should get in her way as she walked the hall from point A to point B and back. She was nervous, but oh so ready for the challenge. So she began her walk.
For some reason there was an suddenly an unusual amount of hallway traffic and after 15 or so feet she gave up in anger and her heart was obviously crushed. Everyone was in the way. This was her time and the obstacles were too great. Crying and bitter she stopped.
Angry and yelling she wheeled herself away, crying and hurting she tried to hide. Sweet-pea's dreams, hope, and hard work seem to be for nothing from her perspective. My heart broke watching this breakdown. She was expressing herself the only way she could as language wasn't even hers to own.
I don't know how, but by some miracle me and her friend were able to talk her into coming back in to the gym room to finish a light workout. We were also able to reschedule "the great walk" for the next day during what we hoped would be a less busy hallway traffic time.
Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to be there for her the next day. I prayed for her and she was heavy on my mind all night. I know the need to accomplish a goal like that. This was big and she was ready, but the circumstance was against her.
I was pleased to hear the next day that not only were the conditions just right for her, but she did "the great walk" and with only one rest stop! Though I wasn't there for it, I could see it in my mind's eye.
Instead of her arm flailing in anger to motion people away and screaming in anger, I could see her arm triumphantly motioning the joy of success. I could hear her scream have the energy of an Olympic gold winning, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I could even feel the joy and relief from the other trainers and aids as her goal was met this time.
And with the previous nervousness, excitement, hope, and simultaneous dread; hoping all things go as dreamed, as imagined. There is now an equal sense of relief, accomplishment, satisfaction, and humility. This is just my feeling about Sweet-pea s adventure. I can't even imagine what she must be feeling. Go girl!
This is the description of a moment we have all experienced at some point. The nervousness, excitement, hope, and simultaneous dread; hoping all things go as dreamed, as imagined.
This is Sweet-pea's story. Sweet-pea is the fictitious name of a real person - my friend.
Using my skills as a personal trainer, I volunteer at a center for developmentally delayed adults. This is where Sweet-pea and I met.
The need for personal training with this special needs population is so high and often over-looked because it's not glamorous personal training. However, from my perspective, this is one of the populations that need it most.
How would you feel bound to mobility aides, immobilizing braces, and straps? For a brief time at this center, about 20 of the patrons receive continued and personalized training throughout the week. A grant and volunteers makes this possible. Sweet-pea is one of the 20 who receive these benefits.
Sweet-pea is in her late 40's to early 50's and uses a wheelchair. She can't talk, but she gestures and nods "yes" and "no". Sweet-pea is strong-willed and as independent as she can be. She loves to tease and has a natural "Oh ya? Just watch me attitude."
Sweet-pea's neck leans excessively forward (practically touching her clavicle) due to postural and upper body weakness. As directed by a physical therapist, we've been working with her to walk with the aid of a walker as we follow behind her with a wheel-chair to catch her (just in case). This week the goal was big and Sweet-pea was eager for it.
Sweet-pea was going to walk about 80-feet with only three rest stops. She was ready. She could see it and taste the victory. She was particular about a friend watching. She was also specific that no one should get in her way as she walked the hall from point A to point B and back. She was nervous, but oh so ready for the challenge. So she began her walk.
For some reason there was an suddenly an unusual amount of hallway traffic and after 15 or so feet she gave up in anger and her heart was obviously crushed. Everyone was in the way. This was her time and the obstacles were too great. Crying and bitter she stopped.
Angry and yelling she wheeled herself away, crying and hurting she tried to hide. Sweet-pea's dreams, hope, and hard work seem to be for nothing from her perspective. My heart broke watching this breakdown. She was expressing herself the only way she could as language wasn't even hers to own.
I don't know how, but by some miracle me and her friend were able to talk her into coming back in to the gym room to finish a light workout. We were also able to reschedule "the great walk" for the next day during what we hoped would be a less busy hallway traffic time.
Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to be there for her the next day. I prayed for her and she was heavy on my mind all night. I know the need to accomplish a goal like that. This was big and she was ready, but the circumstance was against her.
I was pleased to hear the next day that not only were the conditions just right for her, but she did "the great walk" and with only one rest stop! Though I wasn't there for it, I could see it in my mind's eye.
Instead of her arm flailing in anger to motion people away and screaming in anger, I could see her arm triumphantly motioning the joy of success. I could hear her scream have the energy of an Olympic gold winning, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I could even feel the joy and relief from the other trainers and aids as her goal was met this time.
And with the previous nervousness, excitement, hope, and simultaneous dread; hoping all things go as dreamed, as imagined. There is now an equal sense of relief, accomplishment, satisfaction, and humility. This is just my feeling about Sweet-pea s adventure. I can't even imagine what she must be feeling. Go girl!
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
It's About the Heart
"There's no drug in current or prospective use
that holds as much promise for sustained health
as a lifetime program of physical exercise."
that holds as much promise for sustained health
as a lifetime program of physical exercise."
~ Journal of the American Medical Association
In order to maintain a relatively healthy heart, okay metabolism, and some sort of functional flexibility, the American College of Sports Medicine recommends the
following (see
attached for complete info):
- 150min of moderate intensity cardio.
- 2-4 sets of 10-15 reps of a muscular endurance effort.
- 2-3 days/wk focus on balance, flexibility, range of motion (R.O.M.) holds for 10-30 seconds to the point of tightness or slight discomfort and repeat that 2-4 times.
Would you like to take the thought out of designing a way to achieve
these healthy measures without committing to or commuting to a gym?
Then seriously
consider the following programs that can easily take you into the
250-300min/week-exercise recommendation from ACSM:
- T25 (30min a day program with cardio, lifting your own body weight, range of motion)
- P90X3 (30min a day program with cardio, lifting your own body weight, weights, flexibility, yoga, and range of motion)
- ChaLEAN Extreme (38-48min a day program with cardio, lifting your own body weight, weights, flexibility, and range of motion – some high intensity training)
- Tai Cheng (15-48min all focused on balance, flexibility, and range of motion – excellent addition to any cardio or strength training program)
There are many other programs that can give you similar benefits, but the aforementioned programs are some of the most time-commitment-friendly, physically repeatable,
and excellent maintenance programs that take you to the 250-minutes or more a week of recommended physical exercise efforts.
Still want a trainer? In-person or virtual coaching? I can
help there too! I'm a ACSM Certified personal trainer and Functional Movement Systems specialist. I LOVE designing programs that meet an individuals specific needs.
Above all, I would encourage you to take charge of your
health, so that you can be engaged to the best of your ability (whatever level
that is on) and participate in life with those you love.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Stop, Drop, and DO SOMETHING!
As much as I would love to write something amazing and get a lot of comments about it as well as have it change someones life, I would just like to leave you with this…
If you have time to read a blog, then you have time to log out and go do something good for your body. STOP! Log out and go do something physical.
Here are some ideas:
Just go and do! 10-minutes, that's the challenge!
If you have time to read a blog, then you have time to log out and go do something good for your body. STOP! Log out and go do something physical.
Here are some ideas:
- walk outside (weather permitting)
- do repeated efforts of walking up and down the stairs at work
- hit the local gym for a 10min high-cardio stint
- find an empty conference room, shut the door and door do lunges, push-ups, or stretch
Just go and do! 10-minutes, that's the challenge!
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Needles and Drugs
You would think that after over ten years it would get easier to "shoot up"….
I get a lot of questions about multiple sclerosis (MS) and how I cope with it. At the base of these questions seem to be two main themes:
1 - Needing to make decisions with regards toward personal medical management and being overwhelmed by it.
2 - By the uncertainty of knowing how to best help yourself when you really don't have a clue.
Because of these frequent questions, I thought I would share how I personally came to the conclusion not only to "switch" drugs after being on the same treatment for over ten years, but also why I entered into a medical study as well.
When I was diagnosed in 2003, I selected a specific medication to treat my MS simply because it was a monster-sized needle. The needle made me feel like I was being just as aggressive back at my disease as it was being with me. But injecting over the years has never gotten any easier.
I was faithful and can say that I have never missed an injection. I am currently categorized as stable with medication. The injection anxiety has been increasing though.
When a study became available that was essentially my same medication, just yet another different administration of it - I jumped on it. I'd been all of its other administrations, why not again? Though technically this is a different drug and in the end it will have a different commercial name.
The reason I was tempted was because I get to lose the monster-sized needle and I still get to use an auto-injector pen; which just makes things real slick for injections.
Though the monster-needle goes away, I still get to be aggressive back at my MS, as the dosage amount jumps from 30mcg to 125mcg. An additional perk is that the injection is no longer every week, rather they are every other week.
So the logic behind switching made absolute sense for me: essentially the same drug, smaller needle, auto-injector pen, less frequent injections, but with an aggressive dosage amount.
I began the study drug in November and took four injections (8 weeks) to gradually work up to the full dose. I've not had any big changes in side-effects, in fact, so far the side-effects have apparently decreased.
I have had some trials with my health during this transition though. I have been pretty darn sick since the beginning of December. Was it stress from school, being a mom, winter, increase in meds, or even a combination of all of the above? I've no idea.
The real value of changing medications won't even be known until follow-up doctor appointments throughout the medical study and future MRI results.
It is a risk, a gamble… but so is getting behind a wheel to drive. I don't know what will happen, but I am just going to drive assuming that I will arrive safely - regardless of the route I take.
So how am I best helping myself when I really don't have a clue what to do about my condition?
I get a lot of questions about multiple sclerosis (MS) and how I cope with it. At the base of these questions seem to be two main themes:
1 - Needing to make decisions with regards toward personal medical management and being overwhelmed by it.
2 - By the uncertainty of knowing how to best help yourself when you really don't have a clue.
Because of these frequent questions, I thought I would share how I personally came to the conclusion not only to "switch" drugs after being on the same treatment for over ten years, but also why I entered into a medical study as well.
When I was diagnosed in 2003, I selected a specific medication to treat my MS simply because it was a monster-sized needle. The needle made me feel like I was being just as aggressive back at my disease as it was being with me. But injecting over the years has never gotten any easier.
I was faithful and can say that I have never missed an injection. I am currently categorized as stable with medication. The injection anxiety has been increasing though.
When a study became available that was essentially my same medication, just yet another different administration of it - I jumped on it. I'd been all of its other administrations, why not again? Though technically this is a different drug and in the end it will have a different commercial name.
The reason I was tempted was because I get to lose the monster-sized needle and I still get to use an auto-injector pen; which just makes things real slick for injections.
Though the monster-needle goes away, I still get to be aggressive back at my MS, as the dosage amount jumps from 30mcg to 125mcg. An additional perk is that the injection is no longer every week, rather they are every other week.
So the logic behind switching made absolute sense for me: essentially the same drug, smaller needle, auto-injector pen, less frequent injections, but with an aggressive dosage amount.
I began the study drug in November and took four injections (8 weeks) to gradually work up to the full dose. I've not had any big changes in side-effects, in fact, so far the side-effects have apparently decreased.
I have had some trials with my health during this transition though. I have been pretty darn sick since the beginning of December. Was it stress from school, being a mom, winter, increase in meds, or even a combination of all of the above? I've no idea.
The real value of changing medications won't even be known until follow-up doctor appointments throughout the medical study and future MRI results.
It is a risk, a gamble… but so is getting behind a wheel to drive. I don't know what will happen, but I am just going to drive assuming that I will arrive safely - regardless of the route I take.
So how am I best helping myself when I really don't have a clue what to do about my condition?
- I'm taking charge of my medical management and participating in the decisions.
- I'm taking care of myself physically, mentally, and spiritually, in hopes that it makes me a better follower of Christ, wife, mom, daughter, sibling, and friend.
- I follow my gut, regardless of popular opinion.
- I trust that I am doing the best for me.
- I try my best to live as though each day were my last and at the same time, I make plans for the future.
- I don't have time to be bitter, afraid, or drag my feet in indecision. This doesn't me I don't experience it, it just means I try not to be there for long.
I do these things, because I can. I may experience sadness and sorrow from time to time. I may struggle. Life is about living, serving, loving, laughing, and making memories. There's no doom in that; even if I have MS.
Right now my focus is on rebuilding my cardiovascular health after being so darn sick. I'm going to start right now by going to bed this instant. Yeah! Healing during sleep!
Right now my focus is on rebuilding my cardiovascular health after being so darn sick. I'm going to start right now by going to bed this instant. Yeah! Healing during sleep!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Death, Divorce, and Same-Sex Marriage
Wow, I have been contemplating life so much lately. This last little bit with my cousin's wife (five months younger than me) passing away really has thrown me.
Here's my take home message from all my pondering:
I've also seen several families fall apart this last year. In each case it was due to one of the following: "irreconcilable differences", disease, or infidelity (physical, mental, or emotional). I've been torn watching how kids are affected by this.
Here's my take home message from pondering these individual situations:
Here's my take home message from all my pondering:
This life isn't about you or me, rather it is about what we do for each other. Live, love, serve, be faithful, and repeat.
I've also seen several families fall apart this last year. In each case it was due to one of the following: "irreconcilable differences", disease, or infidelity (physical, mental, or emotional). I've been torn watching how kids are affected by this.
Here's my take home message from pondering these individual situations:
Live, love, serve, be faithful, and repeat.
Then there's been a great deal in the Utah media about same-sex marriage. The big issue here is the assumptions that people make about what I must think about it, after all, I am:
- "Mormon"
- part of a military family
- have a homosexual sibling.
I am sorry but that's a complex and contradictory combination (military, Mormon, homosexual sibling) and my answer to this topic is actually quite simple:
Live, love, serve, be faithful, and repeat.
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