Joy? Joy was a remote island in my mind. On a call cycle, I could never seem to turn off that forever running “to-do” list in my mind. Even if I wrote the to-do list down in the morning or the evening, it was on a permanent shuffle in my mind. How do we turn it off? Like any other habit that has to be changed, it takes practice for the brain to rewire old thinking patterns and more than one night of practice. I tried journaling, deep breathing, and guided meditation. And then this exercise touched my heart and my mind.Read More
It seems like every month the science switches from one side to the other on whether we should be drinking coffee or not. In fact this “flip-flop” occurs on so many issues regarding nutrition, that clearing through the confusion is a full time job in itself.
I found myself flip-flopping on my attitude drinking coffee let alone how to counsel my patients when they asked about it. If you are like me, you pour your cup of coffee anyway and try to use that energy burst to power through another work day.
It’s hard not to get caught up in the natural health trends. The last couple of years a forerunner has been the nutrition miracles regarding using coconut oil for all its various health benefits. I did especially when I saw the virgin coconut oil on sale in bulk at Costco. It made my veggies all taste spectacular and when rubbed on my skin, it is as miraculous as Vaseline, but smelled better.
Now I am honestly confused. There are two polar opposite camps founded in traditional nutritional science versus and the alternative and/or natural health movement.
I am trying to present both viewpoints, but I am open to what you think. Like many issues regarding nutrition, this one is completely in the air, and you find plausible arguments for both.
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.