Posts Tagged ‘health’
Think About It!
I don’t know about you, but even though I am aware of an incredible potential value within dreams, I usually afford them much less attention than they probably deserve. Why is that?
I guess, in a lot of ways, it isn’t much different than not knowing what my liver and kidneys do toward my health and well being. I suppose there is a range of self awareness that results in a comparable range of how ultimately healthy a person might achieve being. Plenty of people get by just fine, as far as they’re concerned, without ever giving any thought to what the organs in their body are up to. Obviously, there are a fair number who know plenty well what a body needs, yet wear their disdain like a badge of honor as they push the limits of sanity with a limitless array of abuses. But that is an extreme which I don’t intend to address. What seems more interesting to me is the larger number of people who carry out their lives in a reasonable fashion, while barely giving a thought to what is actually happening inside them.
I count myself among that group, for the most part. Again, there is a range, and I may give these types of things more thought than some people, but my attention to the details of what is happening inside me, and what I eat to fuel it, is still pretty superficial. As my “Good Eats?” post of yesterday reveals, I have some concerns about the foods I am eating, yet I don’t read ingredients very often yet and still consume more processed foods than I believe is optimally healthy. All too often, I violate my bedtime target and neglect to achieve the advised amount of sleep. And I rarely consider possible meanings from within my dreams beyond the immediate fascination or humor that I sense upon waking. I don’t know why that is.
I want to think about it. I hope I will.
Laughing at Life
Woke up this morning in just the right mood to enjoy the silly interactions that being up early together with my lovely wife can bring about. It is interesting to discover how funny, old Saturday Night Live skits can be when revisited, decades later, by way of discovering you are living the scenes of which they were poking fun. This morning we found Gilda Radner and Bill Murray’s characters, Lisa Loopner and Todd DiLaBounta, materializing. I thought it was funny enough, until Cyndie pointed out that I was being Lisa, not Todd. Ha ha, that’s so funny.
Together we found ourselves remembering some difficult times of days gone by, raising children together, and from this distance of time, were laughing about things that were far from funny back then. Then there was some mention of sleeping long enough to heal our livers, …or not. Not sure if we accomplished that, but we seem to have rested our funny bones, because they were rarin’ to go this morning.

Mary's comment response... depicts it beautifully
Finding some of the stupidest things to laugh about can be such a treasure. And cultivating the ability to laugh together, the deep belly laugh that takes your breath away, can be such a priceless treasure. It is, indeed, a reward that can be earned for the work done to develop a long-term relationship; a healthy, growing relationship. All those tough times together finally produce this. Funny, isn’t it?
What?
Is it possible that there is an opposite to the phrase, “you don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone”?
For the last few days, I have been suffering some sort of illness. Under the current environment of concern about the highly infectious H1N1 flu, small businesses, like the one where I am employed, are receiving plenty of advice on how to prevent the spread of illness. One of the simplest and most obvious guidelines is for employees to stay home when they get sick. So I did. I stayed home on Friday with a sore throat, not having any clue whether I was experiencing the early signs of flu, or not.
From everything that I have read lately about the flu, I am pretty confident that this is: Not. I have not experienced anything in the way of a fever. My sore throat has transitioned to a lung congestion and occasional cough, which also contributed to a bit of a headache. Whatever it is that has taken up residence within my body, it has also unleashed something that I don’t regularly have to deal with. I have developed a ravenous appetite. I can honestly say that I definitely take for granted the fact that I normally don’t have to struggle with constantly wanting to eat.
I didn’t know what I didn’t have, till I suddenly got it. ?
What We Eat and Do Matters
With our society’s drive for lowering the cost of food, and corporations that have a stake in the food industry who are more than happy to take advantage of it, in search of maximizing profits, the American diet has become, as one article tells it, “the elephant in the room in the debate over health care.” At the rate we are going now, even if politicians come up with the greatest health plan possible, it won’t relieve the stress our health care industry is under in dealing with the chronic health problems we bring on ourselves due to the way we choose to eat. And that is only half of our battle.
In addition to the sad state to which our diet has evolved, the other significant aspect of our physical health is our level of activity. Together, they are the one-two punch to our well-being. The daily demands of our 21st century lives just don’t provide the automatic exercise to adequately balance the calories we consume. Putting our bodies to work is something we must consciously choose to do. And it doesn’t come easy, as represented by the physics property of inertia: a body at rest remains at rest.
The difference between someone who, by all definitions, is “athletic” and someone who would never describe themselves as such, probably isn’t as great as our minds are inclined to frame. It just might be similar to the way our minds perceive the speed of passing vehicle on the freeway. At the moment the car is passing by, it appears to be traveling at a much greater speed than after it gets ahead. Then it lingers in view and appears to be traveling at the same pace as the vehicle it just passed. Our minds tend to perceive the athletic activity as passing by too fast for us to compete. But athletic activity doesn’t need to be limited to athletes.
I like the way Jim Klobuchar expresses this thought: Everyone has an Everest. For inactive people, just becoming active can be as heroic as necessary to reverse a dangerous trend. But, when a normally sedentary person tries to do something active, they immediately experience a feeling of becoming short of breath due to exertion. In addition there is the feeling of being too hot, getting sweaty, maybe a little light-headedness. It’s enough to stop the loftiest of intentions. That’s too bad. Because there is a world of entertaining recreational activity waiting just a little ways beyond that moment of feeling miserable which stops most non-athletic people. I fear that these limitations become established all the way back at school-age phy-ed classes that fracture participants into the two distinct stereotypes of those who have ability and those who don’t. What if we found a way to teach people how to get beyond that first experience of oxygen debt to discover the possibilities on the other side?
I think it is sad, really, that athletes are the only ones that get to know what it’s like. It doesn’t take an athlete to learn how to get over that first hurdle and play active games, even a simple game of tag, and continue to play for a period of time after that first onset of the feelings of oxygen debt. It is a time that you might hear described as having a “second wind.” It is a magical place to discover. It would be a valuable tool in the journey toward optimizing physical health. And we can use all the tools we can get, because it matters what we eat and do.
Lung Lessons
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Asth•ma | noun | A respiratory condition marked by spasms in the bronchi of the lungs, causing difficulty in breathing. It usually results from an allergic reaction or other forms of hypersensitivity.
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Way back in December of 2008, I went to my clinic for a physical, to get a doctor’s authorization for my trek in the high altitudes of the Himalayan Mountains of Nepal. I was told, at the time, that I displayed a partial airway obstruction and was then referred to a pulmonary specialist for further diagnosis. It was at the pulmonary clinic that I finally succumbed to the realization that I have an identifiable respiratory condition that falls under the label of asthma. I had been living my life up to that point in unconscious denial. The diagnosis really shocked me. I had never experienced an ‘attack’ of the type I identified as ‘real’ asthma, and never related the noun, asthma, as anything having to do with me. But, in retrospect, I have come to recognize plenty of the simple colds that settled in my lungs as related. Also, there were a few times bronchitis required treatment at the clinic, and plenty of times when I endured prolonged days of intense coughing and deep lung congestion. To me, it was just a cough. I never considered it a version of asthma.
The pulmonary specialist gave me a prescription for two different asthma medications: one to take daily for long-term control of airway inflammation, and then for short-term prevention, a bronchodilator for use prior to intense activity. I began using them right away in hopes of maximizing my chances of avoiding any limitations during the trek, scheduled to occur 4 months later. During that period, I never felt confident that I was able to discern a difference between being on the medications or not. There were periods when I assumed I was benefiting, but at the same time, since they were not dramatic differences, I wondered if I wasn’t just enjoying psychosomatic results. I thought I should do better, so I did do better!
In the end, during my Himalayan trek, I was still greatly limited by my lung condition, despite the treatment. Even though my lungs were compromised, hopefully it was less of a problem than it could have been had I not been using asthma medication. I continued to use the meds for over 3 months after I returned home, but since the results were not entirely clear to me, I eventually tired of the routine and slowly reduced the amount of the long-acting steroid, and then stopped altogether. I didn’t notice a difference.
Until now.
I have come to the conclusion that whatever my ailment is, it is a mild one. I’m a bit frustrated with the prospect of using a daily medication to treat a mild affliction, but given enough time, at least now I have come to recognize the subtle differences that treatment provides. Lately, what has emerged as the most noticeable difference is morning congestion. I have long been aware of the phenomenon that I experience in the mornings, and just assumed that’s the way I’m built. However, after having been off the asthma medications for a while, I have really been noticing the return of morning congestion. It’s the kind of condition which was entirely unnoticed in its absence during the period I was using the medication, but it sure has become obvious now that it has returned again since I stopped.
I’ve learned that there is a lot more to this asthma than just being out of breath. ‘All things lung related’ is a many nuanced topic, indeed.
Proud Parents
Let’s see if you can properly parse this: I love the areas of view on the way home that don’t have any billboards. Know what I’m sayin’?
I just gotta say that as parents, Cyndie and I try to contain ourselves with a modicum of restraint, but every so often let it all go and gush over our children’s accomplishments. I don’t know what others will think of Julian’s latest musical endeavor, I hope to let it speak for itself, but we are enjoying it maybe a little bit too much. Therefore, it is getting shared with others, maybe sometimes for no other reason than so we get to see it again. I hope you will have a moment to watch and listen to the video he and friend, Dave Marshall, have produced across the distance between Chicago and Stockholm, “fhmseotu” which you can find at this link: http://www.youtube.com/EpicerMusic (4:53 in length). Well done, I say.
At the same time that Cyndie and I were doing a few chores at the lake and then power lounging in the bright spring sunshine, daughter Elysa was home doing a little construction and then hauling dirt to create a wood-framed raised bed for a vegetable garden at our home. A great demonstration of getting into a project and making good progress on her own. I can think of enough obstacles to reaching the level of completion that she has, that I would likely have not been able to accomplish what she did. Maybe she hasn’t taken on all of my more difficult personality traits. I can tell you that it sure felt pleasant to arrive home from the weekend away and find things all tidied up from the work she did. Bravo!
After spending the weekend with a gaggle of nieces and nephews, plus all the many young children of the families of our lodge club, I’m left with plenty of hope for the future because these kids sure all seem to be strong, good looking, and above average! And as we grow toward optimal health, mind-body-soul, they will, too, and then go on to raise even healthier children of their own. The dysfunctions of the world are bound to decline when we focus on the healthy and the good and wrap it all with unconditional love, as opposed to the opposite. Know what I’m sayin’?
Let it Rain
Finally, we are being blessed by the first enchanting rumbles of thunder as spring rotates into place here in my homeland. I can’t wait to find out if we will enjoy any dramatic weather in Nepal in April. I am preparing for anything and everything. If I can muster the mysterious power of mental influence, I will see what I can bring about by dwelling on nothing too serious or uncomfortable. I’ve really been wondering lately about the power of influence of our minds.
Recently, the thought passed through my mind that I did not suffer a cold this winter. I let that thought slip by unspoken, admittedly due to a superstition that saying something–acknowledging it–would lead to, …well, …you know: getting a cold! Why, then, did I suddenly let the words fly when the thought came to me a second time in the car the other night? I had no conscious reason for these thoughts in the first place, nor any explanation for why I ended up saying it out loud.
I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat that had me feeling just a bit off and by the evening was struggling with a tickle in my throat and stuffiness in my nose that really hassled my attempts to fall asleep. It continued to progress to an overall feeling of cruddiness with stinging eyes that have me just wanting to snuggle under the covers and sleep for days. So, which came first here, the chicken or the egg?
Is it possible that deep within my essence I sensed what was coming, long before my mind became fully aware? My body knew what was happening before my mind did? That would explain why the thoughts seemed so out of context to me. Or is the onset of illness simply a result of me thinking about it and my body following the path I was paving? If the mind can control the body, I’m sure not displaying the necessary discipline to redirect this now. All day I’ve been floundering back and forth with trying to talk myself, right-quick, back to optimal health and then whimpering that I want to just allow myself to feel all the yuck and stay in bed! My poor body seems to be following both messages equally well and it is no wonder I feel so crazy sometimes.
I’m using this as a reminder to be sure to pack as many little medicine cabinet comforts, the ones I rarely-if-ever turn to normally, in order to be prepared for anything that my mind conjures up while wandering around in the Himalayan wonderland of Nepal.
The duality within me truly believes in the power of the mind to influence the processes and functions of the body, while at the same time, doubts that my little mind is enlightened enough to wield such otherworldly power. Just the kind of thing worthy of pondering in long hours of trudging uphill on unpaved foot paths in the thin air of the world’s highest mountains, don’t you think?
Rain, or shine.

