It all started so innocently. I had been studying about the amazing health benefits of coconut oil, coconut milk, and coconut meat. I had been using coconut oil to cook all my veggies and using the coconut milk as a base to soups and smoothies for several months. I even found a lady here in Sumatra who presses the coconut oil fresh from coconuts for me to buy! I had been noticing higher energy levels, less food cravings, and much smoother skin. It was all good. Then came the coconut ice cream.
I started making coconut milk ice cream for my kids as a healthier alternative to dairy ice cream. And they loved it. I made maple walnut, strawberry, orange cream, and the undeniable best (beast), chocolate. I was making a new batch everyday almost as a religious ritual. The problem is that I was eating it too.
I convinced myself that it was fine because it was coconut after all. It was just a bit of sugar. I became an after dinner dessert eater and sometimes an afternoon cream tea person. I also started craving artificially sweetened chewing gum to sweeten my mouth in the mornings and then the afternoons. My veggies and fruits were seeming a bit more boring than before. The sugar monster had crept in undetected and I was blissfully unaware.
The first crash came with my emotions. I started being short, impatient, and grumpy with my family. My husband inquired if it was "that time." No, it was not thank you. My face broke out with lovely little pimples. Then, the dreaded moment for many women...the jeans were much, much tighter. That just makes a person mad! And for me, it can make me feel a little panicked as those old body image patterns resurface.
Well, of course I cut out the ice cream and the gum cold turkey once I realized what was going on. But that is not the real miracle of the story. The miracle is where the yoga came in. After doing some yoga practices one morning, I had a powerful experience. These words arose within me so clearly as a prayer of gratitude, "Thank you God for this experience and for allowing me to learn more about myself and go deeper into the yogic diet." I felt a tangible, positive shift and my body softened. My mind relaxed.
Releasing fear and anger and embracing love for who I am and acceptance for how I may still struggle is the true gift of all of those yoga practices.
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Sugar, Sex, Violence, Dysfunction, Medication
Recently, I just returned from spending the summer of 2010 in the USA. As our family is stationed overseas, we return home to the US for summer vacations. We are so excited and emotional when we pass through US immigration that every year I shed a few tears when the immigration officer says "Welcome home." This year was no exception.
It is wonderful to see so many people of different races, colors, and religions living for the most part peacefully together. There is a feeling of youthful energy in the air that can make one feel that "It's never too late" and "There are always second chances." Infrastructure works, there is minimal obvious corruption in daily life, people mostly abide by laws, and as my friend says: it's place where all things are possible. In many ways, it's the greatest place on earth.
However, after I eat my first pint of blueberries, reconnect with friends and family, drive on the "correct" side of the road, and fill my suitcases with Target and Old Navy's newest items, I feel like I'm being hit over the head with a culture that is pushing sugar, sex, violence, dysfunction, and medication. Oh, how I wish it was more like "Water, connection, peace, healing, and meditation."
There was a time when Jerry Springer TV was confined to a few late afternoon programs. However, now it's on the morning shows, Animal Planet, evening shows, and Cartoon Network. It is all day, everyday, everywhere.
Most nice restaurants offer huge portions of fried food and sugar in lieu of tasty, nourishing, and light fare. I found that the only edible thing on most menus was salads. And I did have some amazing salads. Still, it was disappointing that such a great country has so much nutritionally poor/calorie rich food. Some Australian friends of mine traveled to Florida's Disneyland and said that they could not find one healthy item to eat in the whole park.
My intention here is not to complain. I am proud to be an American and I love my country. At the same time, I am so grateful that my family is in a place with fresh, healthy foods that are not polluted with artificial sweeteners, chemical cocktails, and that are pesticide free. Cartoon network just has children programming and not commercials about how to make bail. I am not prompted to ask my doctor about needing the latest medication on the market.
I just hope that when we move back to the US, we see a trend towards healthier lifestyles. And I pray that even if that is not the case, that we can continue to practice what we have learned. In the end, positive growth and change are more about love than fear. May we Americans love ourselves and our families enough to, as Ghandi said, "Be the change we want to see."
It is wonderful to see so many people of different races, colors, and religions living for the most part peacefully together. There is a feeling of youthful energy in the air that can make one feel that "It's never too late" and "There are always second chances." Infrastructure works, there is minimal obvious corruption in daily life, people mostly abide by laws, and as my friend says: it's place where all things are possible. In many ways, it's the greatest place on earth.
However, after I eat my first pint of blueberries, reconnect with friends and family, drive on the "correct" side of the road, and fill my suitcases with Target and Old Navy's newest items, I feel like I'm being hit over the head with a culture that is pushing sugar, sex, violence, dysfunction, and medication. Oh, how I wish it was more like "Water, connection, peace, healing, and meditation."
There was a time when Jerry Springer TV was confined to a few late afternoon programs. However, now it's on the morning shows, Animal Planet, evening shows, and Cartoon Network. It is all day, everyday, everywhere.
Most nice restaurants offer huge portions of fried food and sugar in lieu of tasty, nourishing, and light fare. I found that the only edible thing on most menus was salads. And I did have some amazing salads. Still, it was disappointing that such a great country has so much nutritionally poor/calorie rich food. Some Australian friends of mine traveled to Florida's Disneyland and said that they could not find one healthy item to eat in the whole park.
My intention here is not to complain. I am proud to be an American and I love my country. At the same time, I am so grateful that my family is in a place with fresh, healthy foods that are not polluted with artificial sweeteners, chemical cocktails, and that are pesticide free. Cartoon network just has children programming and not commercials about how to make bail. I am not prompted to ask my doctor about needing the latest medication on the market.
I just hope that when we move back to the US, we see a trend towards healthier lifestyles. And I pray that even if that is not the case, that we can continue to practice what we have learned. In the end, positive growth and change are more about love than fear. May we Americans love ourselves and our families enough to, as Ghandi said, "Be the change we want to see."
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