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My Stupidest Mistakes Ever!\u200e!!<\/h2>\n

This post originally appeared in the Israeli daily newspaper Haaretz.<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

A lone soldier in a foreign land, I was but 19 years young when I made Aliyah. \u200eVisions of passion, tenacity and a good measure of chutzpa moved me to the \u200ePromised Land. These are integral parts of my DNA code that continue to guide \u200eme to this day. \u200e<\/p>\n

Not so long ago I found myself dealing with any number of medical anomalies. \u200eTime and time again it was me, Heleneie BeaNiE, aka Sherlock Holmes, who \u200efound the solution. It\u2019s not easy to admit, but, more often than not, I was \u200emisdirected, overzealous and I myself at fault. See if you too can detect an \u200eexplosive collision course in the making. These are but eight of many spills along \u200emy path:\u200e\u200e<\/p>\n

1. Upsurge<\/h2>\n

Hubby gifted me with the best gift ever for our 25th anniversary: a brand new full \u200esuspension mountain bike, a ride especially suited to a young woman like me. The \u200erolling hills in the area surrounding our home called to me. I came out to play with \u200efervor. Playing hard translated into zero recovery time for me, I could be \u200efound biking day in and day out. \u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e2. Blindside<\/h2>\n

Progressively, bit by bit, I began to feel strange sensations, aches and pains.<\/a> I had no idea what \u200ewas happening within my body, no familiar reference points. Little did I know that most of these \u200efeelings were directly related not only to the length, strength and frequency of my training \u200eschedule, but to the quality, quantity and timing of my nutritional intake as well. Self-reliant and \u200eresolute as always, it never occurred to me to brainstorm with others. Although it is unclear how \u200einformed they themselves were, none of the other veteran bikers ever volunteered any specific \u200etips regarding nutrition and physical activity. I began to heavily \u201cself-medicate\u201d with sport drinks \u200eand gels. \u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e3. Fall<\/h2>\n

Fast-forward in time to another celebration. It was Hubby\u2019s 50th birthday and I \u200epulled out all the stops, splurged on a private guided mountain bike \u201ccamel track\u201d \u200eplaydate in a picture perfect desert oasis. When the guide in front of me bunny \u200ehopped over a fallen log in our path, I followed suit without thinking twice. \u200eSuddenly I found myself in a precarious hand stand ahead of my bike. Quickly, \u200ebefore anyone could notice, I picked myself up and plucked myself back in the \u200esaddle. There was no way that I was going to allow my fall to rain on our \u200ecelebrations!\u00a0\u200e<\/p>\n

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4. Pain<\/h2>\n

The pain radiated its way from head to toe.<\/a> I began to panic and did not know which way to turn. \u200eMy physician pushed antidepressants, SSRI medication. That was the moment I understood; I \u200ewas on my own and would play no part in her plan. I found myself running from one specialist to \u200eyet another.There had to be a white coated savior out there somewhere. Not for one minute did I \u200estop to breathe, relax and try to think it out (perhaps Dr. SSRI was onto something?!).\u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e5. Bandage<\/h2>\n

When a neurosurgeon speculated that all of my pain could be the result of a \u200ecompressed cervical nerve, I jumped on board and hailed my savior. In the midst \u200eof preparations for cervical fusion, my body signaled loud and clear: \u201cWhat if? \u200eWhat if this is merely a bizarre manifestation of an allergic reaction?!\u201d I was unable \u200eto completely follow up this train of thought, but I did inquire as to potential \u200eallergies to the implants. With a long history of strange and bizarre allergies, I was \u200erelieved to learn that there was no such thing as an allergy to titanium. Of course, I \u200eproved otherwise\u2026 Once again<\/strong> I found myself suffering from strange and foreign \u200esensations. Once again<\/strong> I set out in search of a solution to my ordeal. My quest led \u200eme to Germany; there I found the answers I sought. Once again<\/strong> I found myself \u200eunder the surgeon\u2019s knife, this time to rid myself of my metal implants: one plate \u200eand four screws.\u200e<\/p>\n

\u200e6. Alarm<\/h2>\n

The roller coaster ride twisted and turned as I continued to shake up my health. In \u200ea quest for whole health, I began to read many popular books on health and \u200ehealing. After discovering that the soil has been depleted of many essential \u200eelements, minerals, gases, liquids and various microorganisms, it was clear to me \u200ethat I had to protect and salvage my health through a strict protocol of vitamins and \u200eother supplements. \u200e<\/p>\n

\u200f\u200e7. Gulp\u200f<\/h2>\n

Thus I found myself swallowing a hefty \u201chealthy\u201d cocktail of colored pills on a \u200edaily basis. Of course, once again overzealous me outdid myself. More and more \u200esupplements became more and more abdominal pain. One thing led to another and \u200emy digestive tract became a haven for Helicobacter Pylori bacteria. While the triple \u200etherapy (three very potent antibiotics) brought me relief, uncertain that the HP had \u200ebeen totally eradicated, I insisted on yet an additional round. This only served to \u200eheighten my pain and suffering. Later I discovered that certain foods added to my \u200ediscomfort but not for one moment did I consider revising my diet. One doctor \u200eurged me to heal myself through whole and healthy foods. He coached me, even \u200eshowed me samples of whole grains, beans and lentils, but all that I could see \u200ebefore me was \u201cthe forbidden list\u201d. I listened to his guidance but all I could hear \u200ewas poor, poor me and the path of misery which lay ahead.\u200e\u200e<\/strong><\/p>\n

8. Stuff<\/h2>\n

After a second round of antibiotics I was left feeling very weak and vulnerable. I \u200eresolved to make a concerted effort to heal myself and embrace my healthiest self. \u200eGreen smoothies welcomed my mornings. My Vitamix (blender) became a vessel \u200efor every healthy green or superfood.<\/a> A long time and passionate supporter of the \u200e\u200e\u201cLess is More\u201d team, suddenly I found myself bailing ship for \u201cMore is More\u201d. \u200eAnything that was healthy found a place of honor in my morning smoothie, the \u200emore the merrier: more ingredients and more of each one. Wouldn\u2019t you know it, \u200ehealthy is a relative concept? There are healthy foods that my body welcomes, \u200ewhile there are healthy foods, even superfoods, that make my body cringe in pain. \u200eHealthy is as healthy does: a food deemed \u201chealthy\u201d is not healthy for every-body, \u200ecertainly not in every amount.Alone and aching, once again I found myself riving in \u200epain, sparring demons of my own creation.\u200e<\/p>\n

The Moral of My\u00a0Story<\/h2>\n

I was lucky. While my pain was real, I was healthy, unscathed by any deadly \u200edisease. I took many a spill, but always found my way back up. I am by nature \u200edetermined, curious, STUBBORN and adventure loving. The word surrender is \u200eforeign and unwelcome here! Not so long ago we could draw upon tribal wisdom. \u200eValuable information concerning our foods their preparation methods were passed \u200edown from generation to generation. Today we are taught to read and write but \u200elack basic comprehension skills. We are unable to read and interpret our body\u2019s \u200esignals, all but CLUELESS about the basic relationship between any number of \u200efactors to our whole health \u201cscore\u201d<\/strong>: factors such as food, physical exercise, \u200eeducation, career, creativity, finances, home cooking, home environment, \u200erelationships, social life, spirituality and happiness. And if all that were not enough, \u200eeven those who feel the desire or need to make changes stand helpless, alone and \u200euncertain where to begin.\u200e<\/strong><\/p>\n

It is no secret that we are unique beings, each different in so many ways. Often \u200eyour best potion can be of my demise or vice versa. In order to facilitate healthy \u200esustainable behavior change, we must learn to communicate freely along the elusive \u200ebody \u2013 mind \u2013 soul triad. \u200e<\/p>\n

Health coaching is a novel approach to pursue your agenda, your goals and your \u200epath. A good health coach will help you to facilitate change, sustainable change, \u200eand allow you to embrace \u201chealthy\u201d as a way of life and not just as a fleeting \u200ephase. \u200e<\/h3>\n

The health coaches waiting for you out there are as different as you and I. There is \u200ebound to be one who is a perfect match.\u200e<\/p>\n

Upsurge?<\/strong> Are you ready to get into shape, start eating a healthy diet? Take your time, \u200estep by step. Go with the flow, embrace mindfulness and become in tune with your \u200ebody.\u200e<\/p>\n

Blindside?<\/strong> Be wise. Silencing our feelings, sensations and words hurts us in the \u200elong run. Deal with them today or beware as they blindside you dearly down the \u200eline.\u200e<\/p>\n

Fall?<\/strong> We all slip up, wipe out and drop out. Fall down and pick yourself right back \u200eup. Isn\u2019t that what life is all about? Just before you rise up to continue, take a \u200emoment to recalibrate. Perhaps you need to alter your course. Be flexible and \u200eready to change direction if necessary.\u200e<\/p>\n

Pain?<\/strong> Change hurts. Often pain signals us, therefore, allow yourself to feel the pain \u200eand understand its source. Move on only after you\u2019ve connected with your \u200ediscomfort, be it on the same path or 180 degrees in the opposite direction. Know \u200ethat sometimes by sensing our pain we take the first step towards reaching safer \u200eshores.\u200e<\/p>\n

Bandage?<\/strong> Change can create pain and injury. Be mindful. Understand pain\u2019s \u200esource before bandaging. Avoid further pain, injury and even needless surgery.\u200e<\/p>\n

Alarm?<\/strong> Proceed with caution; connect with reason and logic. Don\u2019t allow your pain \u200eto dictate a swift and massive change in direction. Slowly but surely choose your \u200eway forward.\u200e<\/p>\n

Gulp?<\/strong> Don\u2019t be gullible and gulp down massive amounts of medication, vitamins \u200eand\/or supplements. The real magic is to be found beyond the pill: within our food, \u200eactivity and thoughts.\u200e<\/p>\n

Stuff?<\/strong> A \u201chealthy\u201d label is not a license to stuff yourself. Practice moderation. Too \u200emuch of a good thing, even a superfood, is simply too much. Beyond a certain \u200epoint, our potion becomes our poison.\u200e<\/p>\n

Upsurge, blindside, fall, pain, bandage, alarm, gulp, \u2026 stuff it! Perhaps we should \u200esave ourselves the heartache?! My journey was rough and rocky but brought me to \u200ethe wonderful place where I now stand. As Dr. Seuss once said in his book:<\/h3>\n

Oh \u200ethe Places You'll Go \u200e<\/h2>\n

Out there things can happen
\nand frequently do
\nto people as brainy
\nand footsy as you.
\n\u200e
\nAnd when things start to happen,
\ndon't worry. Don't stew.
\nJust go right along.
\nYou'll start happening too.
\n\u200e
\nOH!
\nTHE PLACES YOU'LL GO!
\n\u200e
\nYou'll be on your way up!
\nYou'll be seeing great sights!
\nYou'll join the high fliers
\nwho soar to high heights. \u200e<\/h3>\n
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Oh, the Places You'll Go at Burning Man!<\/a><\/h4>\n

Based on Dr. Seuss's final book before his death, this is a story about life's ups and downs, told by the people of Burning Man. "Best Short" – New Media Film Festival, Los Angeles, CA. "Best Short" – Ascona Film Festival in Italy. "Best Score" – Moondance Film festival in NYC.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n