Welcome to my home. I have many books on the shelf, some of which are about health and nutrition, some are art and writing, some philosophical and spiritual. Hopefully our WildHearts can share what we’ve learned in our lives, what we’ve garnered, gathered, put in our pockets, forgotten or treasured. Things we remember while walking along life’s path that have saved us, given us hope, inspired us -- our own inner wisdom that tells us what is right for our unique body.
I want you to be able to quote yourself, to be inspired to touch your own true nature and leave the self-help books, the diet books, and the spiritual books behind. Everything that has a vague notion of filling some mythical hole in your soul; the self-made guru’s that get so close, but in the end they are someone else’s vision, someone else found out what worked for them and wanted to share it, which is great -- but living life is not a formula, a recipe, a prayer, a quote. Those are supplements, spices if you will to add to your life, but Your life can’t be lived in someone else’s shoes. Their life isn’t what is going to make your life better.
No one knows better what you need to do next except You. You just need to hear yourself over the din of the battle. Over the fear that drives you to outsider’s messages in place of your own. You’ve outsourced your own internal work. It’s not your fault, it’s not a character flaw -- In this day, in this age, I truly believe we are all functioning on information overload and it has silenced our natural intuitive voice that knows what to do to live healthy and happy.
There is a swamp of information that is immobilizing us with fear. Foods that are genetically modified, corn syrup & soy; ruining us, ruining the environment, health issues run amok, obesity, obsession, addiction, mental issues and all the labels that go with them to identify what we think we’ve lost, a reason for why we are dysfunctional and a twisted way to give our lives meaning. Add to that the global problems; hunger issues, declining rainforest, daily human rights violations, loss of species, the oceans, coastlines and sea life deteriorating significantly --How can I possibly have any significant contribution to the polar bear decline? Add to that the war of the worlds or more like the war of words in the media -- and we won’t even touch the economy, our oil dependency that is truly the center of all the ills, and commercial TV’s clutter, mindless, noisy, prattle. Just sticking to what we eat without fear of contaminating ourselves let alone the environment is a huge challenge before I’ve even had breakfast. With all this oppression and bad news it’s no wonder we throw our hands in the air in defeat. It’s too much to bite off all at once -- I have a zillion thoughts go through my head in the morning and before I’ve had time to feel good about one, I’m thinking of all the things I’m not doing.
For instance: I just ate. I am currently on a personal project of resetting my body’s sugar issue’s so I woke up and took two 500 L-glutamine capsules, waited twenty minutes instead of the thirty recommended before eating (guilt) and had some siggi’s Icelandic style skyr vanilla yogurt. This is what the side of the cup reads:
All natural - (could be misleading)
Milk from grass fed cows -- (somewhere my brain remembers from some movie or the plethora of books I’ve read on nutrition that grass fed is good -- grain-fed is bad )
No aspartame -- Great! I get headaches and break out in hives.
No gelatin -- have nothing in the mental rolodex for that either good or bad so it’s dismissed
No artificial colorings -- still have never known why coloring is bad for you-- we ate it in Xmas cookies.... right? For some reason I’m remembering the cookie dough press and the little green xmas trees that came out looking like morris code or when I tried to fix it by pressing harder they turned into a mushed stamp like thing -- that’s how far artificial coloring goes in my brain -- amazing amount of time and space.
No preservatives - check and fine.
No high fructose corn syrup -- Yay!! I’ll have to re-research this to remind myself why this is like hitting the jack pot.
So there’s the yogurt. My blood sugar should be fine for the caffeinated coffee I’m about to drink -- that I no longer put fake Coffee Mate Cinnamon Vanilla creamer in. (no fake food, no plastic container to add to the dump - check)
After two cups of coffee I have my two eggs in butter (I will discuss later it’s anti-microbial properties) 1 egg, 2 whites and a hotdog cut in half and fried with the egg -- yes, a dot dog. Oscar Meyer Classic hot dog with all the horrible, nasty, stick a stake in my heart nitrates, and made out of grade F pork, turkey and god knows what else. It’s what I have in the house, it’s in the house because no matter what I like a good hot dog. I’ve decided to go semi-Paleo for 3 weeks -- so hence my breakfast must be protein. There will be no guilt over hot-dog.
However, in the first two hours of rising I’ve had a good angel, bad devil on the shoulder shouting match for the majority of the time. I’m worn out, making another ‘good for me’ decision seems really too much about now. The rebel found an in road. Now the rest of my day becomes a battle between good and bad. To exercise or not? “Tomorrow, I’ll be better prepared.” Meaning my attitude will be better tomorrow morning. Meanwhile I’ve got work, and shopping, and stressful phone calls to make. What is that saying about the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?
Though I’ve just made a lot of good choices based on things I’ve learned over the years somehow I’ve decided it is not 100%. It’s a shame, because actually it’s been a really nice morning. The wind chimes have been singing in the breeze, the autumn morning light is reflecting off the warm wood blinds. I like swimming, but I’ve forgotten I’ve liked it in the first couple of hours of rising and have turned it into another item on the “To Do” list.
I’m guessing that’s why I’ve tried to mindlessly get exercise out of the way first thing in the morning -- We forgot that moving is fun. So our self trust in decision making erodes. I keep doing the same thing until I feel bad enough to turn to another book, blog, class, retreat, workshop... trying to fix something that isn’t broken. These are choices, not do or die mandates.
So, that’s the idea. I’m going to practice hearing myself, making changes where necessary and share that with you. Please curl up in the big stuffed chair, while I sit cross legged on my couch with my laptop, and my Starbucks caffeinated coffee.
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