I know this can be written off as a generational issue, but it shouldn't be. When I was growing up I couldn't wait to escape into the world of a novel. I often felt this sadness of saying goodbye to a group of friends when the book was finished, and the characters in the novel were no longer a part of my daily life.
When I went to medical school in abroad, I was so thankful that the American Center with a library was next door. Reading non-medical books in my little free time was somehow my only link to a non-medical reality, a link back to my home in the US, a link back to finding comfort for my mind.
As I was writing this blog article a friend who is a librarian posted on these stats on Facebook:
I always get the same questions from students and friends. What do you think of hot yoga classes? There are three Dr. Romie personalities to answer this question: the physician, the yoga teacher, and just Romie.
So let’s rise above the confusion or controversy. My answer is always the same, but probably not concrete enough for most. You don’t have to do “hot” yoga to be considered a yogi. The practice of yoga is a journey inside you. It’s not my place or any other yogi’s place to tell you where your journey should take you. We as teachers have the honor of introducing you to our style of practice. There are so many different types of yoga classes taught at yoga studios. Try the different classes to see what suites your physical capabilities, your goals for yoga practice, and most importantly the type of practice that brings you joy.
As a yogi, my teacher training was in Hatha style yoga, and I enjoyed the room at Prana Yoga Center La Jolla being warmed to 85 degrees Fahrenheit. It allowed for more flexibility for my muscles. Personally, Romie will honestly tell you, that was my temperature limit. I was “that student” in class. You didn’t want your yoga mat next to me because the flood of sweat flowing on to my yoga mat created a hot a mess. By cool down time, our teacher Gerhard Gessner would gently walk by, towel under his foot, and try to mop up the pool surrounding my mat while his gentle voice never missed a cue to our inhalations and exhalations. By that time I was too exhausted to let my ego care. I was also in that “Romie Zen Zone”, so I didn’t notice the offensive odor reeking from my clothes.
In the course of one day, I went to Whole Foods Juice Bar, the yoga studio, the primary care physician's office, CVS, and the spa where to get my hair done.
Everyone is selling different supplements that I MUST have in order to be "balanced”, “healthy”, “whole”, “a real woman”, and “to be able to breathe".
Really? I got sucked into Juice Plus and then came home to find my pantry has more supplements in it than I have high heeled shoes. Okay, I am being dramatic. If you know me well enough, you know I would need urgent brain care if I had more supplements than shoes in my home.Read More
Of course I analyze everything. The neurologist in me makes my left brain go into overdrive. (See other blog post about left brain syndrome). I was writing the blog post about craving pancakes and the universe gave me a two for one deal. Cute flip flop boy actually texted to see if I was free this week. While he was complementing my curves and asking to see me again, I bluntly requested a date to go eat the best pancakes in town. Now all of a sudden the craving is a bit more calm (but not completely gone).
Why do we crave carbohydrates? There is sexy brain scan data showing that when men eat a large load of carbohydrates the addiction center of the brain lights up; yes the same one that lights up for drug addiction. And, yes brain scan data is sexy to me. But no, I don’t use that line with men; I have figured that much out.
You may have been flipping through the tabs of this website thinking, hmmmm. It’s all put together, catchy, and polished. Like so many other mind-body medicine physicians, this one is talking passionately about nutrition, lifestyle, and whatever else they can sell online. Oh, this Dr. Romie may be one of these doctors who knows what she is talking about. Now she is going to tell me how she figured it out in all those years of her medical training.
Girl, seriously, I’m not polished, pulled together, nor did I figure out any of the knowledge I am passionate about sharing in medical school. In fact, whatever I get to share with you, I learned despite being in the medical profession for the last 15 years. No, I am not here to slap the face of physicians. I am alive today because of the brilliance of a cardiothoracic surgeon. My father and one of my brothers are physicians. I just don’t feel like wearing a white coat and going into a hospital is my role in life anymore. Most of my childhood friends in Danville, Illinois will tell you it was never my role.Read More