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Lisa Rosenthal has over twenty-five years of experience in the fertility field, including her current roles as Coordinator of Professional and Patient Communications for RMACT and teacher and founder of Fertile Yoga, a class designed to support, comfort and enhance men and women's sense of self. Her experience also includes working with RESOLVE: The National Infertility Association and The American Fertility Association, where she was Educational Coordinator, Conference Director and Assistant Executive Director

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I Treat My Car More Lovingly Than I Treat Myself | Wellness Wake-Up

  
  
  

Wellness Wake-Up Call

woman and broken red car   fertility wellness self care metaphorI have a great group of women that I am working with who are inspiring, uplifting and vibrant. They are successful and funny and smart and more.

 

Here’s a comment that I made yesterday at our group that I feel comfortable sharing:

 

I want to take at least as good care of me as I do my car.

 

My car gets regular oil changes. I fill it with gas when the gauge indicates that it’s needed. (I have experienced the unfortunate results when I’ve waited too long about the gas issue.) I have great snow tires and make sure to check them regularly during the winter and my regular tires regularly as well; just the right amount of air. When I want to wash my windshield, I press a button and fluid magically appears, if I’ve filled the windshield wiper fluid reservoir. The list around my car goes on. My tires are rotated and balanced. The car is washed, perhaps not frequently enough. The car has regular check-ups and lights remind me to bring it in until I do.

 

I kind of wish I had the light go on for me when I turned 16 and didn’t get my period regularly. Or at 22, when I was having sex, not being particularly careful and never got pregnant. A light reminding me to ask questions about that or to have myself checked would have come in very handy.

 

Who knows what would have happened. Had I known about infertility earlier, would I have done something different? Made different choices? Set my priorities in some other way?

 

Having a light go on might have alerted me that I needed maintenance. The way we all do.

The Self-Care We Deserve

My body, my psyche, me. I deserve at least as much self-care -- attention, money, mindfulness -- as my car does. But while I do not skimp on the car (except for car washes!), I do skimp on myself.

 

I shower regularly, brush my teeth three times a day, floss (not enough). Do I go to the doctor regularly? Do I make the appointment with my OB/Gyn for a checkup? Do I see the dentist as often as I should?  How long should I have intense and regular shoulder pain before I see an orthopedist? Do I treat my food as fuel for my physical body; nourishment for organs, cells, tissues? Do I skip the glass of water because I’m in too much of a rush? Sleep less than I should because I have too much to do? Leave out meditation or time by myself to do more?

 

Do I take better care of my car than myself?

 

You bet I do.

 

Without a doubt I do.

 

The car won’t run without gas and I won’t function without food and water. Yet so often I fuel myself with inappropriate nourishment and call it comfort. I wouldn’t think about putting soda into my car and expect it to run, still I feed myself things that do not help my body run in a way that is anywhere near optimum.

 

And the list goes on and on. My car is treated with more mindfulness than I treat myself.

 

So easy to make a commitment to making a change. So hard to implement real changes.

 

Today, I have started. I have eaten a healthy breakfast. I have made plans and taken the action steps to create and eat a healthy lunch. Tonight, for dinner, I will think ahead, now, and make sure that before I get too hungry, I can eat what is appropriate and delicious.

 

Today, I will treat myself as lovingly as I do my car.

 

It’s the least I can do.

 

 

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Finding Authenticity in a Yoga Class

  
  
  

Thursday text
I was on my way to the gym last night to work out. It was my first time venturing out in almost three days and I felt brave driving on the dramatically wet roads,
surrounded on either side with snow piled so high as to make the familiar landscape unrecognizable.

 

My phone lit up, indicating an email had come in. I’m sure the gentleman driving behind me thought I had lost my mind or perhaps just wished I’d put my hands back on the steering wheel to drive more safely as I whooped and hollered and waved my arms around.

 

There was going to be one yoga class that took place last night in three days. I turned around and there I went. To meet a group of wise, beautiful women and practice together in the cold, icy night. We created warmth and community and light and joy. Not every class is like that, but last night’s was. Celebrating authenticity. Diving deep inside and finding the truth and essence. Perhaps patience. Perhaps moderation. Perhaps comfort. Community, absoloutely.

 

Thank you Colette, Dina, Natasha, Heather and two lovely others:

 

If you want to become whole,
let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight,
let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full,
let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn,
let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything,
give everything up.

- Tao Te Ching


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