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Don't Blame the Holidays

11/17/2016

Did you know the average weight gain between Halloween and New Year’s Day is 10lbs? Did you know commitment to exercise plummets during this same time-frame? Does that sound familiar? This is a recipe for disaster.

Here comes the “real talk” -- if you really think about it, it is only 3 days (Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years). If you totally pigged out for these three days (and continued to exercise), it is very unlikely you’d see the needle go up on your scale. Right?!

And, here’s the kicker…. what you are consuming is readily available throughout the year. The sugar cookies, pie, ham, turkey, cake, stuffing don’t come out of hiding just for the holiday season. They are all readily available 365 days a year. Right? So why make a decision to overload in them now. Why now? Really, why now? The honest answer is we are conditioned to do this, but it is not a requirement. Don’t go into the holidays in a self-sabotaging mode. Don’t! Be mindful about what you put in your body and why. Here are a few tips:

Set out to enjoy the holiDAY - 3 days.
Amp up your exercise.
Don’t go to a party on empty. Eat healthy food BEFORE you go.
Repeat after me, “This is not a feeding frenzy.”
Chose to “stroll” [not roll] into the New Year feeling great.

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32 Years and counting...

11/9/2016

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November 2016 - Death and illness is the evolution of life and in it can lead to the embers of a small gift of closure and a bridge to what comes next in life – closing of one chapter and the opening of another. 1984, 9th grade, sixteen years old, an early dismissal from school to go see my ailing father in the hospital, as it may be one of my last. It was. My siblings went to the hospital I did not. I stayed with my aunt at her nearby home. The story ends with a loud cry I overhead from my aunt when she learned he [my father] had passed away. He passed away TODAY - 9 November 1984. The day my life changed forever. I was fatherless. That surreal feeling of "what the heck!" happened? I'm a kid. This is too heavy, too big for ME. I felt numb and empty.

Not every step that led to that horrible day was bad, but I sure didn't know it until many, MANY years later. The illness that led to my father's passing prevented him from working which gave him more time with ME. The commitment he once gave to building a business and being a sole provider for his family of six was forced to be redirected to his children – building traditions and holiday memories. He cared for us, he saw off to school, he tended to homework, taught us how to take care of the household from cooking to farming and greeted us home daily – all while tending to his illness. He's sole mission in life was to PREPARE us, like a mini-military brigade or prep school, to be protectors, good citizens, and responsible adults, be honest, work hard, believe in something. Mediocrity was not acceptable and nothing with him ever went unnoticed -- we had to deliver at 100% ALWAYS. Anything else was unacceptable in his eyes. He was always present and watching. My point? I hated it then, but today I am thankful for his attentiveness and charter to make me better.

My advice is to cherish the time you have as a parent with your child(ren) and conversely the time you have with your parents. I have been on both spectrums. If you are a truly PRESENT parent, no matter when (how) you pass your children WILL remember, CHERISH you and you will be a guiding light in their lives.

Today, I don't measure my success by things; I measure it by my attentiveness in my own son’s life. My life’s desire is to PREPARE him for life, love him, influence him, equip him to make good decisions in his life whether I am here or not. That's my charter. Being a cancer survivor, it is an important charter.

The gift my father’s illness gave to me was more uninterrupted time with him. Time together was commonplace, but solo time alone was not in a big family. Four children, one-by-one, spent a day out of school with him… Each having real heartbreaking conversations that each other did not know about until long after his passing. These last conversations would him pouring the last bit of himself into us. I believe he passed away knowing his work was done.

Life prepares you for life. Be present. Thank you, Gene Fletcher, Dad for being a great Father and role model. Our time together was far too short, but you made the best of the time you had with me.

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