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Read Part 1, here.
Why does stress hurt people’s health, mom? I’m stressed sometimes, does that mean I’m going to get sick? No, son. While it’s true you go through stress, it’s not the same type of stress as a kid like you who is living in the middle of a war zone, hiding under his bed from bombs. Or a kid your age who doesn’t know if he’ll be able to eat today. Or a kid who lives in terror of what a grownup will do to them. That’s the kind of stress that can make you sick.
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A few days ago, the hubs and I were discussing intuitive eating. He was trying to wrap his head around some ideas, and he had questions. “If you don’t love yourself you’ll never feel like anyone else does either”
-Bridgett Devoue “Find the love you seek, by first finding the love within yourself. Learn to rest in that place within you that is your true home.”-Sri Sri Ravi Shankar When I was a teenager, I had this dream every now and again. In the dream, I would be walking along the grimy streets of Puerto Ayacucho, a small Venezuelan town. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold it would be a merrier world.
I am a recovering natural health fanatic. I have followed a “coffee and gum” diet. I have restricted calories and implemented intermittent fasting. Sometimes, you’ll tune into a podcast, a sermon, a song, a poem or a story, and you will be surprised by tears. And as those tears wet your tender cheeks, you will realize you’ve been sad, sad, sad, for so very long.
These past weeks have been tough.
I wish I could say I was a really healthy, super disciplined person. The truth is, I fall somewhere close to the middle of the continuum between lazy, good-for-nothing and winner, winner, chicken dinner. Backwards.
Rearwards. Back to front. In reverse. Toward the rear. Inverted. Guys. Life has never been stranger. How many times?, I wonder.
How many times?, or, When will I ever be healthy enough to handle this? Because, guys, I don’t do social media well. I just don’t. Three years ago, if you would have told me my son would soon be diagnosed with a dangerous form of cancer, I would have…
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