Competing with Complaints

Have you noticed how, in today’s world, we use descriptive words to present our current state of health? I’m really sick. I have a very bad headache. The pain in my back is extreme; it feels like there is a knife stuck in it and someone is twisting it. People don’t stay away from work because they just have a basic headache. They only miss work if it is a very bad one.

Do we describe our ailments this way because we believe most people are sick or in pain every day so we must ensure that people understand that what we are feeling is beyond the normal day-to-day stuff? Do we use descriptive phrases to try and top someone else’s pain so that we get more sympathy? While very few people have experienced a knife stuck in their back, we get the idea that the pain level is very bad.

Personally, I have found that the more I elaborate on how bad I’m feeling, the worse I feel. It is like announcing to the world you can’t take it anymore. Making this statement does not make you feel revived with life and strength. I think we should be truthful when people ask us how we are doing, but tell them that you know you are going to feel better soon. For example, you could say, “I have a headache but it will be gone after I rest.”

High School Days

Your high school days are the best times of your life. That is a bunch of crap. The only way that high school is the best time of your life is if you want to try and live the rest of your life as a teenager. An adult is supposed to figure out what works for them to excel in life and not try to be like someone else. I am sorry if that is a wake-up call for you.

Yes, during my high school days, I discovered that I couldn’t eat and drink like some of my friends. I didn’t know why, but we will call it gut instinct. I had cramping, diarrhea, bloating and, not to mention acne, like a triggered mine field. I was able to connect that certain foods made my gut turn inside out. I didn’t know about stuff like fats, carbohydrates, proteins, let alone food additives. To this day I wonder how a kid can graduate without knowing where their stomach or liver are, but can change the oil in their car and know how to prevent a pregnancy.

In school I tried to fit in with the main stream crowd, thinking that they knew what it was to be healthy. I didn’t know what it was to be fit. I learned all this as an adult, and I am making sure that my children learn it right from the beginning. My kids are part of a track and field club. Now they are fit people.

I’ve realized that my friends at school were not in good shape, just misinformed. I understand now that while you may be able to get away with poor eating as a teenager, it will eventually catch up with you. If you want to fit in today’s adult world, stand around and complain about what is wrong with the world and do nothing to change it.* If you want to stand out, you can still complain about the world but you have to make sure you do something about it.*

Liver Time

Did you ever experience liver time? No, I didn’t say Miller time. It is the time between 1:00 and 3:00 in the morning when we should be sleeping. Our creator made it the best time for your liver to metabolize food and cleanse our bodies. If the liver struggles with either of these functions, you will wake up or have a restless, useless sleep. For me, I’m gifted with a liver that not only wakes me up but goes into full discharge mode.

Twenty something years ago, when I was working with a Naturopath to return myself to health, I learned this lesson first hand. Numerous times it happened that I would wake up, instantly alert, and slightly nauseated. Whenever this happened and I looked at the clock, it was somewhere between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.

What the heck was going on? And oh boy, I am glad I didn’t know how bad each of the following hours would be.

I would head for the bathroom to see what was going to happen. I would sit first, because I would rather have gravity help my discharge than to work against me. I was blessed with bowels that would kick in without the tremendous pain that can happen when we are in this situation. But there was no denying the smell of something awful leaving me. Now, if I was lucky, this would go on for two or three hours and leave me totally exhausted. If I was unlucky and the bowel wasn’t fast enough to discharge the toxins from my liver, my stomach would help and the vomiting would begin. I used to sit on the throne with the garbage pail between my legs. I amstill amazed at how our stomachs can reverse food direction so fast. Worst of all had to learn that this was all part of God’s plan for getting me better. Cool. Liver time anyone?