9pm Coffee

That's not a typo. It's 9pm. We just brewed a pot of coffee. And no, it's not Stephan's night to work. He is, however, writing a paper. It's the first time during this program (turning him from a simple MS/RN into a FNP/ENP [Family Nurse Practitioner/Emergency Nurse Practitioner]) that the two of us are up late working together to write a paper. It's a paper about the medical needs and considerations of refugees.

He hates this part.

I LOVE this part. I have pages and pages of paper torn out of notebooks. Each has its own heading: Definition. Culture (and women). Culture (resettlement). The sources are cited on the first line. The publishing organization is on the second. Applicable abbreviations on the following lines, and a summary of the article or relevant statistics drip down the pages. It's beautiful. It's so organized. I practically take notes in APA format.

I LOVE this part. I have to admit- the saddest fact of being a theater arts major (with a focus on lighting design) is the lack of papers I had to compile. I took elective classes like I was Undecided just to expand my publishing potential. One of my proudest moments was taking a line from Simon and Garfunkle to title a paper about the woes of remodeling architectural masterpieces without regard to the original designer's intent or body of work: So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright (the central example was the Guggenheim Museum in New York).

We have an agreement: when Stephan graduates it's going to be my turn. The hard part will be picking my new major!!

Sweat Thoughts

I watch The Biggest Loser. Religiously. The last few weeks I've noticed a few different articles online about the efficacy or motivational attributes of the show. At the same time, I started hearing friends comparing themselves to the contestants on the show. Last year I heard that the producers fake some of the results of the runs- most notably that the Marathon has never been certified by anyone as actually being 26.2 miles. 

And here's why I'm frustrated...

I LOVE this show. I LOVE watching people do things they never thought they could do. I feel like working out when I see people logging miles and tossing weight around. And here's the point: 

I let myself be inspired by the contestants, but I would never try to imitate them. The show is amazingly inspirational- but completely impractical. It's a gameshow. Game. Show. People. NOT a lifestyle plan. If you honestly think quitting your job and working out in front of cameras 8 hours a day with medical professionals, personal trainers, chefs, and physical therapists, is the actual way to make a change to your life.... well, then, you're setting yourself up to be really disappointed. 

Find a physical hobby. Experiment with healthier foods. Encourage yourself to not be as sedentary. It's not that easy. You might need help. Eh- you'll probably need help. But don't think that the numbers you see on Biggest Loser will translate in any way to your current situation. Use their perspiration for your inspiration. 

No, Really. Who DID Move My Finish Line?

I feel cured. Can I be cured?? Can Bipolar II have just been a 6 month segue from summer to winter?

What? No? Huh.

Here's the professional's opinion: mental health is like physical fitness.

Here's what that means to me: there is no finish line (cue The Matrix: there is no spoon). 40 Miles South of Nowhere wasn't the end. 13 miles West of 40 Miles South wasn't the end. The line at the end of the 26.2 that was sadly devoid of celebration was just a mile marker.

I think this is what makes someone a runner: the race you're training for isn't your last race. When you see "Finish" you think, "Finish[ed 3.1]" or "Finish[ed 13.1]."

Am I finished with therapy? No. Probably not. But maybe I can see one (of a multitude of) Finish Lines up ahead.

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"I'm So Sorry."

I'm young(ish). I'm fit(ish). I'm thin(ish). I'm healthy. But when I mentioned to someone this week that I'd had cancer he said, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." It prompted me to make the following list.

Because of cancer I lost 25 pounds.
Because of cancer I ran a marathon.
Because of cancer I put sunblock on every inch of skin I see.
Because of cancer I eat less processed and junk food.
Because of cancer I get all my regular screenings.
Because of cancer I raised more than $1000 for the ACS.
Because of cancer I can relate to a LOT of people.
Because of cancer I spend a lot of time being grateful for every step I take.

I am healthier because of cancer. That's nothing to be sorry about.

If I needed to read it...

... Maybe you do to.


Dear, Me a post from 2011

Wax On

Poetically

Walk.
Breathe
Tall
In
Out
THIS moment
Now
Start





Run.
Pump
Extend
Push
Fly
Soar




Walk.
Breathe
Rest
Renew
In
Out




Run.
Work
Push
Foot
Leg
Arms
Go

Walk.
Exhale
Again
Absorb
Draw in
Fortify
Build
Prepare





Run.
More
Endure
Focus
Continue
Work
Strength

Walk.
Pace
Inhale
Recover
Stamina
Replace
Check-in




Run.
Still
Again
More
Go
Push
Burn







Walk.
Proud
Tall
Accomplished
Smile
Succede
Awesome