Showing posts with label What does healthy mean?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label What does healthy mean?. Show all posts

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Evolving the Question

"What does healthy mean?" is an excellent question. I don't think it' MY question any longer.

I know what healthy means, for me. Physically, it means I'm active, full of energy (or tired out because of wholesome activity), enjoying full range of motion, and full range of my senses. Mentally, it means peace of mind -- or, if something is worrisome, it means I'm doing all I am able to bring about the highest and best outcome for everyone involved. Emotionally and spiritually, it means being in gratitude for all the wonders in my life, expressing and sharing all I can.

Formulating a new question ... something that asks about bringing about more health in my life, in all the areas above. What action am I taking RIGHT NOW to bring me closer to the ideal of "health," rather than in the opposite direction.

Somehow, I have to either make different decisions ... or make the decision that somehow, cheesecake and milkshakes ARE bringing one step closer to either mental or spiritual health. There does seem to be an intrinsic conflict with the physical health goal, though. Cognitive dissonance! Argh.

February Thaw

Ah, but, giving credit where credit is due -- John and I took a long walk today in the beautiful sunshine (steps toward physical health), stopped to talk for quite a while with neighbors (mental and emotional health), and tonight John came home from a movie I didn't want to see (good decision for both of us - mental and emotional health!) and asked me to come outside with him to see the beautiful full moon and a "star" in the West that must be a planet, it was so bright (emotional and spiritual health).

Yes, there are many good, healthy decisions I make every day. Dwelling on those, rather than on the fact that I stray from the path with cheesecake and milkshakes, is healthy.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

What it's not....

Why is it so much easier to define what ISN'T healthy -- or what might lead toward or away from "health" -- than it is to actually answer the question, "what does healthy mean?"

I want to begin defining what healthy looks like, feels like, and what it IS -- so I can begin to know when I'm on the path toward it, instead of on my way in the opposite or tangential direction.

But instead, I can say pretty definitively that a dinner of 1/2 a box of Dove ice cream bites and a small plate of leftover spaghetti is probably "not healthy." Evidence: how I feel right now.

Why do I allow myself to be ruled by a gang of tastebuds that don't give a lick (tee hee) about the rest of the body, as long as they get to bathe in smooth chocolate, cool creamy ice cream, and other such things? They're tyrants, they are!

How can I win them over in my quest for "healthy"?!?!

One strategy I am using almost daily: breakfast. My tastebuds are pretty pleased with the combinations of ingredients I've been putting at the bottom of the bowl each morning for a couple of weeks (fruit, yogurt, and other treats) ... and my body is pretty pleased with the fact that it has high-quality fuel to run on all morning: oatmeal!

Here's today's combination: frozen pineapple, frozen raspberries, a little swirl of lemon curd, and vanilla yogurt. Mmmm.

Breakfast

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Holding Our Ground

So much of my "what does healthy mean?" question begins, at its heart, with emotional and spiritual health. I really believe that if I can stay in integrity emotionally and spiritually, my mental and physical health will naturally align. Conversely, when my emotions are running wild and my spirit is giving me messages I'm ignoring (or furiously denying, or twisting and contorting until they are indecipherable), I find myself feeling mentally confused or frustrated, and physically depleted.

Too often, I tangle myself up in the issues of those I love and want to help or protect. Even when I know intellectually that those are not only NOT MY PROBLEMS, and when I know intuitively and concretely that when I get overly involved I am not really helping ... I'm impeding the progress of the one I love toward his/her OWN growth and ability to handle their own issues.

It's difficult for me to perceive that I am "needed" and not to respond in a way that is giving of myself, not just empowering of the other.

Am I making sense? It's hard for me to simply hold my space and be empathetic, but not respond to the impulse within myself (and the request, at times, from the "other") to "fix it" for them.

Even when I've been verbally very clear that the response the "other" wants from me is not available.

Just the two of us

It's healthy to hold my ground -- for US to hold OUR ground (John and me) -- even when a little sacrifice on our part might ease the squeeze the "other" is feeling as a result of the choices they have made.

We have settled into a comfortable quiet lifestyle that we have become quite happy with in the year or so since our loyal and true companion, Cinnamon, died. We have seriously considered adopting a very young, very athletic, very energetic, fairly large dog -- not because we are tired of our quiet lifestyle, but because there is a "need" that we could fill. It would turn our world upside down, remove the relatively new found freedom we enjoy (including the ability to leave home for extended periods of time without worrying much about what the pets are doing -- the three cats can pretty much take care of themselves for an entire weekend!), and would need to become the focus of our lives in order to give him consistent training and exercise.

Waffle, waffle, waffle. Serious mood swings. Serious consideration, in both direction. This is a serious decision -- one that will impact us for the next 15 years or so, if we decide yes.

We decided "no."

When and if we decide to add another dog to our household, it will be because both of us have come to the decision that FOR US, it is time to do so. And we will carefully consider the personality traits that we believe will fit in well with our pride of cats. And us.

It doesn't mean we are any less compassionate about the dilemma facing our loved one. It doesn't mean that we are unwilling to give counsel and solace in the hard times ahead.

It does mean that the pet will have to stay elsewhere, even in the next week or two while a new family situation is arranged.

Holding our ground is so difficult. But in the end, it feels good to know we are honoring not only ourselves and our relationship with one another, but also the relationship we have with our loved one -- and respecting her enough to believe that she will handle this situation in her own way, with her own resources, in her own time, to the best of her ability. And that, in doing so, "the best of her ability" is growing and blossoming and getting stronger. So that she can both handle the next challenge with more skill and ease -and- use a larger reservoir of experience in order to avoid laying the foundation for similar situations in the future.

It's called loving detachment. But it's so hard.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Procrastination


I've started this blog to help me explore the question(s), as a repository for musings and clippings and thoughts and resources I might find.

Today, I'm using it as a place for all that, but I'm mindful that I'm also not prepared for a presentation I'm doing tomorrow night. Why am I doing this instead of preparing for tomorrow?

Is procrastination healthy?

Okay, to be fair to my Self, I have to admit I'm not totally procrastinating. Some of what I've done instead of getting ready for tomorrow is necessary: final edits on the summer camp brochure. That's healthy. And I *have* been assembling materials for tomorrow night's gathering.

I'm just not prepared with what I could really call a ritual. And part of that is a discomfort with creating a ritual that might not feel authentic. Setting the stage for sharing among the women who will gather tomorrow night ... I'm comfortable with that. But "ritual" carries more weight, more solemnity, and requires more than just copying bits from this source and that. I don't feel qualified to do a ritual.

That feels authentic. Not pretending. That's healthy.

Now I know how to prepare for tomorrow night. No more procrastination necessary.

Collaging the Question





Wednesday, January 21, 2009

"What does healthy mean?"


I'd made a mistake: I'd given the little girls french-cut green beans. They were too flat for this 4-year-old to stab with her fork; whole green beans would have been better. Whole green beans would have been finger food, and fun.

But if I hadn't made the french-cut-green-bean mistake, I wouldn't have been trying to get Makenzie to eat her green beans.

And she wouldn't have given me the question I've been holding for the last four weeks.