Lean, Healthy and Hopeful

In this Kaiser Healthy Balance program I am in, we each have our own mantra. I work a lot on Lean principles in my workplace (eliminate wasteful practices and steps in your job function and department and incorporate consistent, better practices to have a more effective and efficient company), and thought it fitting to combine the Lean business practices with lean life practices in what I eat and how I take care of my health.

By exploring the application of this in my food choices and activities, I have found that my relationship to food and exercise has changed. It begins with identifying what’s the current situation – at the time I was exercising when I felt like it (never), consciously eating healthy things but also a whole bunch of other things too,  and letting my feeling about my job drive all other decisions.

The program helped me to start over, write things down, commit to actions.

Exercise: charted current (last 2 weeks, then started to plan each time I would exercise for next week into the next month with milestones in between). Food – yes, a food diary did help. Damn they were right. Writing down something I didn’t really want made it less satisfying and something that was really just stupid and wasteful to eat anyway since I didn’t particularly want it. Also, the eating plan for the first month gave me the freedom to have unlimited something, asked me to try new things, and try replacing my typical starchy go-to’s with something different – and for me, different is cool. Nope, there was no cheese. But Kefir.. . I dig kefir. Unlimited veggies may not sound exciting, but I can work with enticing my stomach with color and texture and flavors, and veggies have lots of color and textures. Plus spices and condiments have minimal calories, so I put money that would have gone to a dinner out and bought some fresh herbs and interesting spices.

I needed a kick in the pants, so I signed up for a ride to support MS research. A month to train to ride 25 miles from a starting point of … 0 miles? Bring it.

Yes, this ride had taken the focus of my emotional life away from the stresses of work and inadequacy, where I am doing my best but it’s not getting me anywhere, to the challenge of milestone accomplishments, where I am more than adequate and in fact surprise myself with my endurance and stubborn will. Forget not wanting to exercise – I can’t ride 15 miles on a Sunday before a 25 mile ride, without building up my stamina on hills and strengthening main muscles. That’s just not an option. I can’t stay at a weight that makes my heart race; that’s not an option.

Now the action-driven weekly planning turns my 5S mentality (sort,set in place, shine, standardize, sustain) toward my relationships. Sort out what is happening with Gustavo, set up some boundaries that we both find will be satisfying, work on it, get some routine we can rely on to look forward to, and keep going. Friendships? What do I currently have going on, what is adding to my life and could add more if I am present and plan ahead? What if I came on time to events, spent one on one time with one person every week? Became more others- minded?

I’m scatterbrained and this is just a start. But it’s making a difference to me. Thank you God.

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Burn

When the light started out they don’t know what they heard
Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We’ll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
‘Cause we got the fire, fire, fire
Yeah we got the fire, fire, fire

And we gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn
We gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn….

…out?

 

I’m 31, feeling overwhelmed by the monotony of my desk, the isolation in a sea of bodies, islands on carpet in rolling chairs that are made for hours of sitting.

I was reminded of my three days in Chicago last July… reliving freedom as though I no longer have it. Borrowing  energy and love for life, and future-seeking, and storing like nuts for winter-hardened days like today. I looked in the mirror today – I look like all the 31 years I am.  Not a bad thing, but it was sad to see my face has settled into a less-than-smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nurturing life in cubicleville

I have been a contractor with United Technologies for 2 months. The drab, neutral grays and taupes of the cubicle walls that surround me and the silent tap of my keyboard are the only reminder that I am alive in here.

 

This is not what I pictured myself doing when I went the international business and supply chain route. I pictured myself in a warehouse, with space, movement, viscerally felt time crunches, machinated machining feelings.

 

Not the solo typing away at requests via email that consume my life byte by byte.

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Fasting from … work?

It’s Lent season, and I’m feeling starved… for purpose. I’m beginning to feel hollowed out.

I’m heading into month 6 of unemployment. Yes, I worked at Millennium Health for 5 weeks. It got me out of the house, doing something… some of the time. The 6 interviews I had during that time were so promising but they also caused me a lot of stress … and I realized that because I wasn’t applying to new jobs, there was a real possibility that I would not have a job waiting for me in a month. I still don’t have a job, having heard back from my top three that… no.

Back to my initial first few weeks… supply chain, human rights, disability advocacy, craft beer… really?

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The top of a rollercoaster

 

Roller Coaster Track

19 Aug 1994, Los Angeles, California, USA — Roller Coaster Track — Image by © Jeffry W. Myers/CORBIS

I feel like I am nearing the top of a roller coaster, with that tingling sensation of trepidation, exhilaration, panic, curiosity and a little fear that is allayed only by the fact that one is in a secure train and I couldn’t get out anyway.

The end of December, 2015.

 

On the horizon, a new start. I begin working as an Inventory Control Coordinator with Millennium Health on January 4. Temp position, no benefits, $17.00 hour ($34,000 year…) . Not what I pictured, but still new and exciting because hey, it’s gaining experience, new systems, new dynamic, new industry. There’s intangible benefits.

Of course, other positions will want to interview me as I keep applying to jobs, so how do I do that while fully employed?

And…..

Still planning to enroll in the Business of Craft Beer class – and I won the Distribution of Beer scholarship from Pink Boots Society… so that’s a thing.

And… I very much think I could start anew if I work at MIUSA. Not that I necessarily need to leave San Diego, but I would jump at that if it became an option… and leave the Craft Beer program… the job market of San Diego… Gustavo? That would mean living in Eugene OR. Clean pretty city.

Mrollercoaster2y former manager Bob’s last words still haunt me – “It’s not the right fit for you.” Plans for a new house, parenthood, secure job to see us into 2016, not coming true. I’ve needed three months of weekly counseling to get through the muck of anxiety that my unexpected termination caused in my life, of losing my center, my sense of partnership with Gustavo, my sense of self and of adventure. The rollercoaster sensation again, now in motion: I can’t control where life is going and if I try, I’ll get derailed.  Things that make me question myself and lose faith in Jesus, in the unknown, and in the ability to have a fulfilling life with Gustavo. What is the right fit for me, God?

Here…. we… gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

 

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A Nos Actes Manqués

To all the missed opportunities…

Regret in French and English…

1. “A Nos Actes Manques” by M. Pokora and Jean Jacques Goldman before him, this song is basically a list of all these missed opportunities that could have turned out so differently… so much better.  The singer is addressing these words” “To… “… all the things that we would rather forget and bury. To read the lyrics is like ripping 40 bandaids off one by one. Why the heck would you sing this? And why is the song so festive, so happy and lighthearted?

The tone of the song gives it life, giving these situations, mistakes, errors, blunders, a last look, with what seems to be the intent to shake its hand and say, yes, I messed up. I’m sorry. Now, what can be different going forward?

Instead of focusing on the “should have,” which doesn’t exist, it’s that moment when you remember a past situation, and with a little half smile you look down and give your head a shake, and do whatever sound that comes out of your mouth when you think, ah, what could have been? I guess most of us don’t want to dwell on the ways we’ve messed up, or if we do, we don’t really go anywhere with the “coulda woulda shoulda.”

2. I want to point out how the tone of this song is very different from the look at the past in Adele’s “Hello” song, where she is looking back on an old relationship that didn’t go well and didn’t end well, where she’s still in regret, or didn’t realize there was pain until yearning became too obvious to hide away, or would like to try again. I have sort of felt this way, as seen in my most recent entries… can I retrace my steps and pick up the discarded moments I left to gather dust that actually mean something again? I would think it’s like someone who has had a bad relationship with their parent who then died, but then when that person becomes a parent, they understand and would have liked to rekindle but it’s too late.

Regret… yet with African drums and hopeful choir of children’s voices. The yearning Adele meets the “clearly it doesn’t break my heart anymore” M. Pokora… and Pokora would win is he just finished his sentences. It’s like he’s saying, “Here’s a toast to all our missed opportunities…” and leaves us with our champagne in the air in anticipation of something. May the odds be ever in your favor? Don’t door hit you on the way out? Good luck? Go to hell? I hate the way you make me feel? Call me, maybe? Sayonara? The upward motion of the song is like we’re kids waiting up for Santa only to be met with the ghost of Christmas past.

Maybe that’s the point.  We commiserate, we drink, but then we accept and move forward from our mistakes.

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/nos-actes-manques-our-faulty-acts.html#ixzz3uez4Sn7x

To my screw-ups, my mess-ups, my real suns
All the paths that went past by me,
To all my missed boats, my bad sleeping
To all the ones that I wasn’t

To the misunderstandings, to the lies, to our silences
To all theses moments I thought I shared
To the things we say too fast without meaning them
To the things I didn’t dare to do
To our faulty acts

To the years, wasted trying to look like…
To all the walls I couldn’t break
To all things I didn’t see, so near, right next to me
All that I better had ignored

To the world, its pains that don’t touch me anymore
To the tunes, the solos I did not invent
All these words that others made rhymes with and that kill me
Like as much kids that were never born
To our faulty acts

To failed loves for having loved too much
Faces and crossed laces, just brushed
To betrayals I did not really regret
To the living that should have been killed

To all that is finally happening to us, but too late
To all the masks we had to wear
To our weaknesses, our defaults, our despairs
To fears impossible to hide
To our faulty acts”

 

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Momentum….

Three weeks ago I was crying by myself, alone in bed like almost every other night and debating seriously separating from Gustavo. Last week I was ignited again with visions of disability rights and international connections.

Today I’m a beer consumer market analyst with my own business.

And I don’t even know what that really means.

I started thinking last week that I have been saying I want to start a beer exporting business. But i don’t know a thing about exporting. So I need more market experience. At the same time, there are many places in the world where the US is not selling beer – and I started to ask why.

And I’m still interested in asking why. But not just why, but how can I influence consumer behavior?

Market research? http://www.elpuenteglobal.com.

You’re welcome.

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Uganda… and other dreams deferred

Today I sat and contemplated and applied to jobs in distribution, disability rights, and seasonal positions.

I just want to pack up the last 7 years and start again. If I had just said goodbye to that guy on the bus and then let it go. Or decided that DC was great for me and me only.

I know God has a hope and a future. I am more than a conqueror through God who loves me.

But I’ve gotten sucked into a life half lived.

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