The Web of Inner-connectedness: Posture and Self-image

Our culture teaches us that one thing causes another. There is some simple truth to this, but on a grander scheme, experiences simply affect each other. I bring this up because this is one of those areas I’ve been secretly working on. Self-image manifests in the way we carry ourselves and the message is that a poor self-image causes “bad posture” and such. I have been working on my self-image for the last three+ years, so this is not a wholly reliable experiment, but I’ve also been working on proper posture. Things I’ve picked up in researching physical health, from physical therapy, pointers from others (etc.) have helped me to develop a way of carrying myself with intent. When I’m focused on maintaining proper posture, I feel better about myself.
 
There’s a therapy called pen therapy (at least, that’s what I call it). Place a pen between your teeth and don’t let your lips touch it. Do it for two minute intervals on days when you’re feeling depressed and you might be surprised how this simple thing can help (definitely not a cure, but it does make a noticeable impact for me). Doing this activates the same muscles in your face that you use to smile, but without having to force a smile. A good example of the illusory cause-effect concept.
 
Similarly, intentionally adjusting your posture (this is my own theory) can affect your self image. Here are three things to focus on when adjusting posture:
To adjust for proper posture
  • Shoulders: I learned this technique in physical therapy after shoulder surgery. I ripped a tendon from my shoulder joint and had to have it stapled back. The healing process was slow and in PT I learned that posture was important to shoulder strength. When we hunch, our shoulders form a U-shape across our chest. This stresses some of the small muscles that keep your shoulder blades in place, while weakening the large muscles that keep them strong.
    • Lift your shoulders straight up, then push them straight back, and then drop them. This is an exaggerated adjustment, but holding your shoulders like this as often as you can throughout the day will adjust your posture over time.
  • Core: Vaccuming mixed with Kegels will strengthen all the small muscles in your core. These are muscles often neglected, but vitally important for good health in so many ways. This is what I call “vacuuming your pelvic floor”.
    • Suck your belly button straight back towards your spine, from there, lift it straight up as far as you can. Then, imagine you are in a job interview for your dream job and you suddenly have to use the restroom… for two reasons… hold it in… hold it in strongly… no pooping or peeing your pants in this interview!
  • Hip Flexor: Kegels will help you do this automatically to a degree, but tilt your hips back. Your hip flexor is a tendon that stretches from the tops of your hips to your quads. Weak hip flexors can ruin your entire back. Keep this tendon stretched and healthy!
    • This is difficult to explain in words, but imagine you are dancing to your favorite ’70s disco song and your best move is the pelvic thrust… just freeze at the peak of your thrust. 

If you’re doing this right now, I bet you feel foolish. It’s weird to think that this is actually how we’re supposed to stand. Keep doing it! Try walking. From time to time, I challenge myself by counting my steps while doing all three of these. At first it was 25 steps, then 50 and so on, but I can average 300 steps now quite easily.

Doing these three things have helped me on my journey toward positive self-image. I should note that this is not the only thing I do to that end, but it certainly is an important one, especially since I work out, also something I do that helps my self-image. As my self-image has been improving, my physical health has been improving as well and things I do like focus on posture with intent become exponentially easier. I naturally carry myself straight and confidently. So many other areas of my life have benefited as well (I’ve even grown half an inch!).

It has not been easy though since I’ve hunched in on myself for most of my life. On days when my depression needs to express itself, I find myself hunching in. I try to remember proper posture as often as I can, and (along with pen therapy) this helps me manage symptoms of my depression rater well!

Now, take that pen out of your mouth and have a beautiful day!!

Feeling is different from Being

There is a vast chasm of difference between the two. I am not sure why I’m up this late writing about this, but I feel this overwhelming sense of gratitude right now and so I think I just wanted to capture that.

And to tell a story… about gratitude…

Psychology Today defines gratitude as “an emotion expressing appreciation for what one has…”

I say they have no clue what it really is.

Google says gratitude is “the quality of being thankful…” which is a little closer to the truth.

Now, let me tell my story and you’ll understand the difference.

I’ve been a long time member of a certain twelve step program. I’m intentionally being aloof because I don’t want anyone to think I represent any existing twelve step program. I would not even divulge this much information if it weren’t absolutely important to the story. Truth is, I haven’t been to a meeting in a long time, but that’s not required for membership, so it doesn’t matter (maybe it does to some, but not to everyone… not to me).

One day, well over a decade ago, I was in a meeting. I was chairing the meeting (or if your not familiar with twelve step vernacular, I was leading the meeting). At the time, because I was so “enlightened” and on top of my world, I had a personal rule when I chaired that if no one had a specific thing they needed/wanted to talk about, the topic of discussion would always be gratitude. It seemed reasonable, because gratitude is what kept us all not only sober, but happy. It gave us real perspective of our whiny, selfish, self-centered little worlds.

On this particular day, no one wanted to chair. So, I stepped up. When it came time to come up with a topic, no one wanted to speak up. So, I stepped up. Gratitude! God Dammit!

Of course, you can’t talk about such a happy thing without hearing really good, inspirational stuff. This is almost always true. Of course there were the people who would being with, “I just don’t feel very grateful, and I know it’s wrong… that I have a lot to be grateful for, but I’m just so worried about [which new car I should choose/paying bills/DTs/the incessant need smoke meth/etc.].” But they would always come around and find things to be grateful for and thank me for the topic.

But Steve was in the meeting that day. Steve was a man some of us called “Eeyore” behind his back. We didn’t mean it mockingly. We meant it because we worried about him. Steve was always so sad. So very sad. Sadness permeated him, etched through him, leaving him visibly full of holes like a natural sponge. Whenever Steve was going to speak — and he always spoke — my heart would ache for him. I never felt pity for him, but I always wanted him to know that I cared about him, about his life. I wanted to see him hold happiness. He was so soft, and gentle and free with compliments and well-wishes for absolutely every soul he encountered. It was so difficult to see him not have that same compassion and empathy for himself.

We loved him like we loved Eeyore.

When it came time for Steve to talk, I could tell he was dreading opening his mouth. I half expected him to pass, but Steve rarely passed. And though I don’t remember word for word what he said, and it may be piecemeal from several meetings the gist I present below is accurate enough to be quoted dialogue from that meeting.

“I miss my wife. I loved her more than anything. But one day, I woke up from a black out next to her under the bridge we lived under in Portland. She was dead. I don’t know how long we had been laying there or when she died, but she was dead. I hate alcohol. And I’m really scared of it too. I don’t ever want to drink again, but the guilt I feel is too much to live with and alcohol is the only escape I know.

“So, I don’t feel grateful. Maybe sometimes. I feel grateful for my lemon tree. I take good care of it and it gives me lemons. Sometimes I feel grateful for that. But what’s more important than feeling grateful is that I AM grateful. There’s a difference.”

I don’t feel grateful, but I AM grateful.

The concept struck me right between the eyes with lead brick. I could have had no better teacher in all the Universes in this particular subject. Here I thought I was so wise and emotionally enlightened and I had not yet learned this simple idea.

I think it was in his book, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, that Dan Millman said that “emotions are the weather patterns of the body.” We often take this idea for granted. I say “we” because you know you do this too. We say something like “I am grateful for my life today,” when what we really mean is that we feel gratitude for these things. Which is fine, but emotions are fleeting. They blow through and are gone.

How audacious of us to relegate something so important to something so fleeting!

What we really want from gratitude is for it to last. No be fleeting. As an emotion I feel, I can easily take it for granted. I am acquainted with it, rather than intimate with it. And maybe a part of me wants to argue that this is just semantic nonsense, but it’s not.

Think about the power in the words we use. When I say, “I am grateful for the life I have,” I turn gratitude into a adjective. An adjective that is describing me. Thus, gratitude becomes a part of my identity. It is no longer something that I simply feel, but something I must be. Which implies that I have work to do. Something a bit more than sitting around waiting for happy things to plop down into my lap.

On my worst days, when depression sharpens its teeth to gnaw at my grey matter, I remember Steve. He won’t let me forget him. And let me tell you, from the depths of my existence, as a responsible expression of the Universe in an infinite reality, I am truly grateful for Steve. 

Steve did not survive this world. He desperately wanted to be with his wife again. So he went home to her one day. He made absolute sure to leave instructions behind on who would inherit his lemon tree. And though I don’t know for sure, I believe with all my heart that it is still alive today, being tended to by someone Steve taught how to be grateful.

Thank you, Steve, for putting me in my place and not teaching me only about gratitude, but about humility. Another thing one must be more than one must feel.

Giving up Vs. Letting Go

This was a question I found myself pondering a couple months ago. What I came to was much different. Sometimes, I hold on to ideas that seem worth working hard for, but are actually toxic. If I have it in my head that what I believe is what is real, when life works against that belief, chaos ensues. I can percieve the chaos as trials and tribulations, as difficult times to endure… all will be well as long as I hold to my principles. When I need to let go of these firmly held misconceptions, I have to give up the fight first. Concede. Only when I give up, may I let go. I agree that giving up is self defeating, but sometimes I need to defeat self before I can let go of what no longer works for me. Self-defeat, then rebuild. Any thoughts?

Hidden Preferences

This idea is important to me. I have “grump” days (like everyone), when my attitude is simply poopy. Yesterday was one such day. It’s normal enough to have grumpy days, but I don’t like them. This idea helps me on these days.

I am an expression of the entire Universe. From my perspective at any given moment, I am at the center of that expression. Ego wants to claim that as a validation of selfness. But it is no such validation. I am at that center only from my perspective, which gives me the opportunity to observe the universe. On those grumpy days, ego wants to observe phenomena that encourage grumpiness. I have all sorts of problems with people, places and things. What helps me is remembering that I’m just observing the Universe in limited forms. I don’t have to do anything to change how I’m thinking or feeling. If I simply observe how I observe, I gain insight to my”self” and my expression has the opportunity to change.

So, Yesterday was a grumpy day, but what I got out of it was that there are things I want to do in life that I’m not doing. My grumpiness was the result of an inner dialogue of resentment at my life as it is. This resentment surfaced from nowhere, but the urgings, I now see, have been there for quite some time. So, the moral is, by observing how I perceive, I can (sometimes) discover some preference I have hidden behind grump.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense, but if it does, I hope it helps. HAPPY FRIDAY!!

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Relax, don’t take yourself too seriously

This was exactly the thing I needed to read this morning. Yesterday, I spent the entire day on the couch, eating “food” I very rarely eat (completely outside of my normal diet), and playing video games. It was a day in the life of myself from years and years ago. I could have spent the day “better”. I could have gone to the gym, on a hike, cleaned my house, worked on some projects, meditated, blah blah blah. But, I needed a day where I could just chill. Just chill. So, I took one of those days. The guilt is there today, but it is minimal. I feel rested and have been wanting a reset lately. Today, back on track. I have an eye exam to get new glasses and contacts. Gym after that and yoga after that. I’m planning organic rolled oats for breakfast and a large amount of fresh salad for lunch. Fruit for snacks. Maybe I’ll end my day with a half hour of video game time if I accomplish everything I want to accomplish. 

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