Saturday, November 12, 2011
But I grew up in an era where women were barely accepted in the work force. That meant being a teacher or a nurse were kind of old fashioned. As women fought to contribute, use their strengths, and make a difference, they also fought to climb their way to the top.
Thirty two years after I graduated from a top level school for Hotel Administration, I'm still baffled at how I got so hung up on climbing a ladder I'd never really wanted to climb. How could it be possible? I listened to the guidance of my most important ally -- my Dad. And Dad knew the world, knew me, and surely he wouldn't steer me wrong.
He didn't. He tried to steer me to where he thought I'd make the most difference. He taught me about money management, accounting, and finance in his own way. He taught me sales and marketing. And most of all, he taught me to keep on fighting even when there was no end in sight. He taught me to never give up.
What Dad missed was a clear way for me to use my natural talent and my business mindset. Neither of us knew that 30 years later our passion for fitness and holistic health would answer the cries for help. Neither of us realized that the country would be in desperate need.
As I built skills in business, I pursued my happy factor in outdoor recreation, fitness, and healthy living.
Today, it fits. The more I write about health, the more I love what I'm doing now.
Thank you Dad! See, had I not done all the other things, I'd never appreciate the passion I feel today. It would be a job, a focus, and I'd do well, but I would never have the humility, gratitude, and joy I feel today.
Here's the thing: We can do stuff well and hate it. We can love other things and be average. But when it all falls together, we can master a craft, continue to love it, nurture it, and build on it -- and enjoy a great living all at the same time.
Today --- I am there. I am at the place that I've dreamed of for decades. I recall saying to Dad some 25 years ago: Look, you love your career. You would not dream of doing anything else. It's as good for you, Dad, as you are for it. That is the love I want to find in my work. Why should I have to settle when you never did?
Dad's answer: Well, sure, but you need a job. Get a job!
Well, that's how I came to be searching at 55 for a lifeline. The jobs came and went. Some were great, some not so hot. But always, there lurked around the corner a better place. A better me.
So when I tell you can "BE The BETTER YOU" I know what I'm talking about.
I've found it! And I am here to lead others to their Happy Factor! ;)
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
But reality bites me where it counts.
We can not always eat at home. We can not always control this.
I spent 10 years caring for seriously ill people who could not care for themselves. What I found for sustenance at the hospital was caramel machiato's. What is that? It's a wonderful blend of coffee, small amount of milk and a dash of caramel syrup. It soothed my stomach, but gave me a slight lift. And the caramel was just the touch of decadence that made me smile.
Food at the hospital was questionable. Sure they made hot meals and served them from a steam tray. But what the heck was in it and who the heck was serving it with what attitude? Most of the time, I went to a close by grocery store and ate from their deli. Still -- the amount of salt in these institutional foods is always triple or higher what I normally consume. The foods at my favored deli were better than most, and they convinced me it was fresh from their store. But it just food. It wasn't food loved with good energy.
Then there were the days when home care created food challenges. At one point, I asked friends to do some shopping for me since they were coming over anyway. I couldn't leave my husband alone and this was the best option. We ate what they brought: Boxed Mac and Cheese -- a higher caliber than Kraft, but still laden with salt and long syllable chemically sounding words. Other things that grew in boxes and frozen packaging.
What I learned at that moment was that we needed our friends more than we needed anything else. The people who offered to help, and then did so were supplying us with a needed energy. Call it Primary Food, if you like, but that emotional sustenance brought us back to reality. We weren't alone.
It was awesome to have such great friends help us out.
Of course we covered their cost.
I reached out and asked for help. I learned that some people rise to help while others judge. And some offer help with no intention of lifting a finger. They just offer and are relieved when they hear: "Thanks, but your friendship is all we need."
There are those people who prove their friendship isn't exactly what I'd call mutual or supportive or even friendly. After it was all over, I was visiting a friend who underwent a lengthy illness. I'd said to her that her husband and I had similar challenges. For whatever reason, this person told me that her husband handled it better than I did.
Why? Because I asked for help? Because I shared with our friends and coworkers what was going on? I regret never saying this to her. I regret not calling her out on such a rude comment. That comment pretty much ended the friendship. I've no clue why she said what she did. It was the third slam in 2 days and I was done. Live and learn.
I think this post has become more about primary foods while caregiving. We must fill ourselves with the love, support, and nurturing that is essential to living. Isolation while caregiving is as deadly as toxic oysters. Hurtful comments by people you consider friends are as poisonous as canned foods gone bad.
People must play a difficult balancing act when suddenly forced to be a caregiver. One must guard against toxic people as much as one must guard against spoiled foods, chemical foods, and unsanitary kitchens. Just because it is there doesn't mean it supports your needs.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
As I study, I'm totally drawn to this concept. Consider this:
When you eat greens you feel happier and more energetic. You can see it in others.
Meat and potato lovers often look kind of pasty and blah.
Veggie lovers always have a bit of a glow and a brightness.
The foods that we eat affect us more than most people know. Reach for an apple and you feel happier. It's a happy fruit. It grows on a tree. It grows upward! It reaches towards the sun.
One of our lectures was all about the Energy of Foods. i bought a book which I'll post later. It's so fascinating.
Ok -- so this is a huge learning process. The best way to grow is to continually stretch out of our comfort zones. I've been somewhat isolated while running a home based business. For me, the stretching will be continually reaching out to others, and talking with health businesses. I know my mission. I know my vision. To get where I see my future, I must take strides to move away from the past. Continuous effort, even if it's little steps every day.
So -- while at the writer's conference, I have an opportunity to share with hundreds of others! It's going to be a multi purpose conference for me and my goal is to return home with 10 - 20 initial consultations scheduled or completed. Some I might be able to do during breaks at the conference.
Cool to have fresh goals that are totally aligned with our lifestyles.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I don't personally know of a health coach in my home town of Snoqualmie, but there are many fitness instructors. And sure there are personal trainers, executive business coaches, life coaches and all that. But the world needs integrative health coaches in a huge way.
Why? People want to take control of their health more now than ever. And they are not getting the help they need. Not until now. There is a ripple effect moving through the world.
Insurance companies are dictating what doctors prescribe. Even when they don't, their time constraints do.
Doctors are trained to diagnose and prescribe medicine, and they are rarely trained in foods and nutrition. My doctor claims that a high protein diet is the way to go. He can quote scientific studies for all of his theories, but I can dig up opposing theories for every one.
And in some cases, I know by my own experience that his theories are just wrong.
Case in point: "Eat what you want" he told my husband as they discussed a recurrence of diverticulitis. A month later, we made a healthy snack bar loaded with health foods including nuts and seedS. Regardless of the doctor's insistence that there was nothing proven about nuts or seeds, my dear husband suddenly had severe attack.
Uh, yeah. That is the 4th time this doctor quoted some scientific research that we proved wrong within a couple weeks.
Same doc told my hubby that he may need a pacemaker to resolve problems with nausea, wooziness, and extreme fatigue because "perhaps your blood pressure is dropping too low". My intuition chimed like a loud gong! I suggested that perhaps if it's his blood pressure, maybe he didn't need medication for high blood pressure. Cured after 4 years of guessing games! All it took was thinking about the connections.
I am not writing to trash the medical profession. They do what they are supposed to do. I am writing to encourage people of all ages to tune into their own needs. The human body is intelligent. Listen to it. Ask yourself what the body needs to feel satisfied. It might be a bit of warm relationship and not that hot apple pie.
Docs are human too. They have great training in their specialty. But when it comes to healthy living, we need specialized training. Go to your doc when you are sick, sure.
Come to me when you want to live well. With over thirty years practical experience, university training in foods and nutrition, and now professional training in health coaching, I can help!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I sure do. It was a revolution against fast food. It was the coolest, funkiest food bar ever. The groan of juice extractors and pulverizers permeated the barren decor. Espresso shots were served with the freshest sandwiches, salads or desserts.
Fresh juices were the coolest thing. They went beyond! It was with great joy that the Gravity Bar insisted on freshness. 100% of the menu items were created fresh to order so that every vitamin, mineral, and enzyme was retained in the food.
Just imagine: You walk in to this stark funky light restaurant filled with small tables rising from metal legs. All the chairs are really metal bar stools. The place hums, buzzes and groans. As you sit to order an espresso you realize this place is just different!
The menu includes categories you've never seen the likes. Sure there's your normal Espresso, but back in the 80's, Espresso drinks were completely uncommon. Fruit Juice came from a bottle or a can. And no one drank vegetable juices unless it was a V8, again from a can. This place was different.
Perhaps its an idea whose time has returned with a vengeance. Farm Fresh? Organic? Buy Local? Raw Foods? Reboot Your Life? This is not new to me, but after 10 years of challenging situations, I'd fallen off this path. For me, it's like coming home!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
It was fun, but scattered. That's how they go.
I'm really looking forward to connecting with more students and alumni to build on my dreams.
It's definitely the right way to go. Building a health coaching business is a dream I've held for years.
I scored on a LinkedIn connection today too. A contact gave me an idea or ten. His offer was an idea where I do a series of three articles on his MTB camps.
It's coming together. I must keep faith.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
If I do nothing, nothing happens. If I take step after step after giant leap after step, and still get nothing, does that mean I'm doing nothing?
If I expect others to get results and see them doing nothing, aren't I really just mad at myself for getting no results? I can justify my annoyance, but the truth is, I'm just annoyed that I'm doing stuff and getting nothing for it.
I should retitle this to Keeping the Focus on Myself
A glance. A moment of silence. A quizzical look or blank stare as i explained to close friends how my decision to become a health coach just makes total sense. I told them that long before I became a technical writer, I was totally engrossed in healing arts, healthy living, and all things health and fitness. And now, I have a way to pull it all together and build the lifestyle I really want.
As a health coach and a health writer, I can make a difference by helping others, sharing what I know, and serving to build a healthier planet. It's not about fanaticism. It's not about a diet. It's about customized programs helping us baby boomers find ways to feel great as we age. Too many people are suffering, whether quietly or not.
Too many people are complaining that they feel like crap because they are just getting older. My self doubt turns to rational reason and super confidence when I realize how many people are buying that load of malarkey! When I hear a 40 or 50 something whine about old age, I chuckle in amazement. Usually, it's their own choices that got them there.
Well, I'm here to help where I can, when I can.
I am not trying to be a Harvard Graduated Medical doctor. In fact, in the last 3 years, I'm the one that found answers the MD's had no clue about. Then again, I'm armed with knowledge, experience and recent research. And a hell of a lot of common sense and intuition.
My husband's been sick for 8 years of our 8 year marriage. I've been quietly begging him to eat differently, exercise, and get enough sleep. FINALLY -- something caused him to jump in with both feet.
I didn't like that his doctor put him on meds all the time, but never cross checked symptoms with the meds.
When he told us that my spouse might need a pacemaker because his blood pressure could be dropping too low, I connected the dots.
I said: "Doctor, can I ask you a question?" and he nodded. I asked: "Doctor, if his blood pressure dropping too low causes his near passing out state, wouldn't taking him off high blood pressure meds make sense?" Can I say: DUH? From the day he'd been put on HBP meds, he'd been complaining of nausea and cramping and wooziness. Not one, but 4 gastroenterologists, a sleep doctor, an ENT and 2 general practitioners didn't make this connection.
My holistic approach to healthy living is the same holistic approach I use in project management and customer relationship management. The high level view and strategy must drill down to details -- and intuitively, I can connect dots.
I solved nagging problems with my feet much in the same way. New orthotics fixed one foot, but damaged the other. Nearly a $1000 later, the doctor still hadn't fixed the problem and I was tired of pain. I tossed out the orthotics, and that healed the left foot. I noticed my foot was at a funny angle when I slept with a knee pillow. Toss the knee pillow, feet are level against each other, and there is no more pain.
My health coaching practice not only teaches healthful choices, but advocates the power of listening to your own body. Not your head and your old thinking. Just tune in, ask your body what it needs.
:) Fears emerge, but I'm staring them down today.
Monday, September 26, 2011
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