I Just Forget

“I know what I need to do, I just don’t do it.”

I hear this from patients regularly.
Translation: I don’t want to talk to the dietician or exercise physiologist; they’re just going to tell me what I ‘should’ be doing and I’m just going to feel bad that I’m not already doing it.

My colleagues and I talk all the time about judgment and how to avoid and manage it in our practice. We are human and thus subject to social norms, pressures, and biases of weight, physical appearance, etc. And yet I know of no other group of people who practice self-awareness and self-regulation more consistently and humbly. Our objective is always to meet you wherever you are, and help you get to wherever you tell us you want to go, with realistic, sustainable suggestions and support. Still, we cannot control anybody’s response to our consults and feedback.

It feels defensive, the ‘I just don’t do it,’ and ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ responses. Maybe people judge themselves harshly, and also anticipate judgment from us? Who wants to bring that on themselves if they can help it? It makes me wonder, when I get defensive about something, what’s behind it in me? How am I filtering an otherwise benign or even benevolent message? My colleagues and I understand the myriad extrinsic barriers to ideal habits, and how thin the threshold can be between doing something healthy and not. For example, a bowl of whole fruit may sit on the kitchen island for days, untouched. Cookies and candy are much easier to grab and go. But when someone cuts the apples and peels the oranges, they disappear in minutes. Where can we each find our cut fruit equivalent for health habit (or any habit) change?

As I completed another amazing conditioning workout at Ethos this weekend, lying on my back feeling where my paraspinals were tightening and recalling some knee swelling of late, I thought back to the one stretching session I did at home in the last week. DUH, my back felt better in subsequent days. Coach Ryan taught me how to do knee CARs months ago, and it always helps. It occurred to me there, recovering on the floor, that I just forget to do these very helpful things. It’s not that I don’t want to feel better, it’s not that I don’t care about my health; it’s not that I don’t believe that stretching and rotating will reduce pain and swelling. It’s just that I haven’t yet made them into a habit. I do cat-camels and CARs before every workout at the gym and at home, just not at any other time. I might do a few standing quasi-knee CARs in the elevator on the way to the office in the morning–why it only occurs to me to do it then, I have no idea. But it occurs to me sometimes, yay!

This realization came with no shame or guilt, no self-flagellation or judgment. “Huh, that’s interesting,” was my main takeaway. And now I’m wondering how many months of aches and pains I could have saved myself before now. So as I write tonight, I consider how I might create cues to get on the floor and take care of my body in this way more regularly. I can make progress, and that’s what matters. Even once a week will be better than what I’m doing now, and I know I’ll feel better after only a few sessions.

Tomorrow when I see and talk to patients, how can I show up so we can all stand in the ‘Huh, that’s interesting’ perspective, and brainstorm together, with curiosity and possibility, how to bridge the ‘know what to do–actually do it’ gap?

We’re all here doing our best. Assessment of current state–what’s already good and what could be better–can be done without shame, guilt, judgment, or negativity. And everything doesn’t always need to be better! Satisfaction and reveling in what’s already great today has absolute value. So if someone tells me they’re good where they are, I’ll stand with them and bask in the goodness. And we can always reassess later–or not.

Off to stretch my back and rotate the knees, my friends! Have a great week!

NaBloPoMo 2023 Debrief

*sigh* All done, my friends.

She sits back, breathes deeply, and looks around in satisfaction.
The house is no more of a pigsty than usual.
Meals were planned and cooked, laundry completed, child chaufferred, workout routine maintained (other than during travel). AND SHE GOT TO BED ON TIME MOST NIGHTS. That may have been the greatest accomplishment–the first NaBlo in 9 attempts that did not cost 30 days of sleep and physical health. WIN.
Another month of daily extemporaneous writing in the books.

Observations, Learnings, Applications

After all this time, I can finally admit and embrace that I am a Night Writer. I can put down anybody else’s advice to get up early and do it in the morning, or even during my days off. That’s just not me. All-nighters are not me, either. My ideal writing time seems to be around 9-11pm. Looking ahead, this feels like a doable schedule for the book. Like workouts, I can aim for 5 nights a week and plan ahead each weekend, so there is routine with flexibility, and long term consistency.

I feel self-conscious writing too much about myself–my own stories, thoughts, feelings, ‘musings’. Navel gazing. Who wants to read that every day? But this desire to connect my own experiences to others’, to make meaning and touch on a larger, more resonant scale–where can I start but with my own lived history? And the ‘lesson’ parts can really come across as pedantic, no? So, I can look for ways to improve my storytelling and delivery, be both personable and knowledgeable–relatable. I want the book to feel like the best clinical encounter–query, intake, reflection, suggestion, action plan, follow up–connecting, learning, empowering, and always forward moving.

Practice makes better. The words are in there, and they don’t have to be fully formed or organized before pulling them out to the page or keyboard. Like icing out of a squeeze bag, ideas and expressions will take shape depending on temperature, pressure, movement, and tip. But regardless of the conditions, output is needed. It can be reshaped later; I just need to sit down regularly and squish it out in the first place. I’ got this.

Though I chose the 30 NaBlo topics a bit haphazardly, they were all meaningful, and the order in which some of them emerged felt organic as I wrote each day. If I were to continue, I’d add curiosity, kindness, and generosity to the list. Redundant, I know. The longer I write this blog, the more times I repeat myself and refer back to pieces I wrote years ago. And it’s okay. It’s just taken me this long to convince myself that I have something useful and relevant, something timeless to contribute, a thing worth amplifying. I had to build up the confidence, make it strong and solid. Now I’m ready.

Writing a book will be different from a blog, and now I have accumulated enough of both discipline and surrender to let some good writing flow from the deeper places. An image of volcanic magma emerges–not spewing in great explosions with atmosphere-darkening ash clouds, but a slow, burbling ooze, hot a pliable, soft and layered, unstoppable yet unobtrusive, solidifying over time to create new islands, smooth and round rather than jagged, places where we can stand together quietly in wonder and explore, from whence new perspective and understanding may grow.

Many thanks to all who have followed along this month. Could the post titles have been more boring? Overall it was not my best published output, but the intent all along was to use this month as personal and public writing lab for book work prep. It feels to me like time and energy well spent, worth the effort, and work I will refer back to often. Now to find the new routine, book and blog juxtaposition/integration? A fun new fork on the writing trail, yay! Or ooo, maybe a convergence. I trust it will all work out, unfold, and emerge in good time and space. Can’t wait.

Writing

*sigh*

It’s possible that of them all, my relationship with writing is my healthiest. I love it and it loves me, a lifelong love affair. Neither of us harbors unrealistic expectations of the other. Each is wholly joyful when the other shows up to play, and neither feels jealous when the other has been away a while. We are intimate, honest, no pretenses, no conditions; full of possibility and openness. Our encounters are colorful, expressive, portable. I can think of few interactions that so consistently provide such comfort, relief, connection, and insight. True love.

How is my writing already good?
–I enjoy it so much, it makes me so happy, and it makes me better. If I did it just for me, this would be enough.
–My writing for others is generally well received, based on feedback: clinic notes, Day of Care summaries, letters, cards, emails, social media posts and comments, and this blog. So I do some good for others with my writing, which is rewarding.
–I have a distinct voice, which I work to keep honest and authentic. I write about serious things and I choose my words with serious intent, for the most part. I try also, however, to not take myself too seriously when I write (or ever).
–I show up to my writing all me, all in. I moderate the BOOBS OUTness according to circumstances. I feel both humble and confident about my better output, glad to have it out in the world.

How could I do it better?
–Distinct voice notwithstanding, my style could be more polished, no? Not sure what that would read/sound like…I have a feeling the book will read differently from the blog?
–Conciseness. I think I’m getting better at this? Some see my triplet tendency as redundant. So I will ask more often now whether one word is good enough when I typically use three (wince).
–Discipline. Daily. Huh. Not sure what book work will look like, but it definitely needs to be more consistent than my writing habits to date. More on this tomorrow…
–Judgment. Looking back, I have been harsh when editing others’ writing. I regret this. I know how to be kinder and gentler now.
–Diversify. That Creativity poem post was super fun to write, and surprisingly easy. I thought on October 31 that I could try more poetry this month, but it took starting a post at 11:30pm to make me actually do it. And I feel a fiction niggle somewhere deep in my intuition of possibility… oooooo…

What’s already good about society’s writing?

Holy COW, the talent. My jaw drops at the utter giftedness of writers all around the world, in every genre. The imagination, vulnerability, creativity, insight, eloquence–OH MY GOD I stand, sit, read, and listen in awe too often to count. I will never get to benefit from all of the amazing authors’ works–I think that is why I feel urgency to consume as many books as possible–it’s more the addictive GOC (Glow of Consumption) than FOMO. BRAVA and BRAVO to all writers out there–STRONG WORK and WRITE ON!!

Utterly inclusive community OMG. Once again I nod to romance. I wrote to my book club friends, “My romance immersion has broadened my life more than I could have imagined. I connect with readers, writers, and narrators/voice actors directly and learn all about the art, the work, the processes. I have experienced renaissance sexual and relational education that would be hard to get any other way as easily or enjoyably. As with any good fiction, the empathic connection and insights I gain from these books is shockingly useful and applicable in my work and life. The writing community I have connected with through consuming romance is incredibly diverse, knowledgeable, and inclusive. It has all only made my life exponentially better, which I cannot say about many other things..maybe joining my gym.” I see collegiality and mutual advocacy in few other fields as much as among writers–they promote one another’s books, collaborate often, and generally just celebrate each other. What a fabulous example for other professions to emulate!

How could we write better together?

Stop with the banning. Or don’t, actually. The more restrictive and controlling an authority gets, the more it attempts to repress ideas, the more creative, incisive, and subversive the ideas get. The strongest, more inspirational and widely rallying ideas emerge in writing, and always find their intended audience, ban or no ban. So go ahead, ban whatever you want. See what happens. I can just hear my fellow writers: “Bring it.”

Keep it real, not cheap. Text, email, social media posts and comments, direct messages, etc: Fast, convenient, easy. Also high risk for misinterpretation. misunderstanding, and relationship damage. I transgress as much as anyone. Let us slow down and attend to all forms of communication with the presence and respect we all deserve from one another. Less ‘on-the-fly,’ more ‘I’m here with you,’ even if ‘here’ is not face to face.

More snail mail. Write by hand, send it through the post. It’s love on paper and it is priceless. Challenge: This holiday, ink your greetings personally, even just a few words and a smiley face. It will take more time and effort. See how it affects your connections.

30/30 tomorrow, my friends, woo hoooooooo!! What a month in time to debrief, can’t wait can’t wait!