Relationship Supplements

Before recently signing up for a marathon, I consulted a friend of mine who is extremely erudite in the biochemistry of nutrition and supplementation.  I eat a very healthy diet: vegetarian leaning towards vegan, gluten free, and containing very few processed foods.  My shopping cart looks more like a garden than something from the grocery store.  This diet, along with frequent and intense exercise,  offers some protection against many of the common western maladies: high cholesterol, hypertension, high blood sugar, etc.  Yet, my way of eating also predisposes me to some deficiencies, notably iodine and iron, which will need to be remedied as I begin to ramp up my training.

Herbal supplements
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As I researched and purchased supplements yesterday, my mind made connections.  Why is it that most of us easily accept that our diet can benefit from supplements, yet we ask that our primary relationship fulfill all of our needs?

Stay with me here, I’m not about to pull a Gingrich with the suggestion of an open marriage.

The Hollywood ideal that we have all grown up with is that you have a single soulmate, one who is bonded to you in every way and anticipates and meets all of your needs.  Is this even possible?  Like with designing a diet, it is important that your primary relationship addresses your need for macronutrients: respect, love, security, and whatever else is on your “needed for emotional survival” list.  However, we are more complex than that, each of us has a need for micronutrients as well, and our primary partner may not have all of these available.  That doesn’t mean that we need to endure those deficiencies or throw out the partner.  It means we need to supplement.

Sometimes, the need for nutritional supplementation is obvious; if you lack vitamin C, scurvy rings the alarm bells before long.  However, some deficiencies are more subtle, exacting changes that can easily fly under the radar, such as a general feeling of fatigue or weakness.  Emotional malnutrition is the same; some gaps are apparent, yet others may not be so forthcoming and leave you functioning, yet not optimized.

Like with nutritional deficiencies, the first goal is to identify what your needs are; unfortunately, a blood test for emotional needs has yet to be developed.

Once you have identified your deficiencies, the next step is determining how to address them.  Perhaps you find a friend that can fill the gap or engage in an activity that fills the need. I make sure that I always have people in my life that are “gentle souls,” providing me with that energy balance that helps me feel complete.  Some of these people have no idea of their role, as I may not even know them very well; however, even a brief encounter leaves me refreshed.  Relationship supplements do not need to be people; I also use yoga to help fill my requirement for gentleness as well.  Be creative and don’t be afraid to look beyond the obvious. Oh, and I already checked, GNC does not sell this one in a bottle.

Finally, be aware that your supplementation needs may change over time.  If you enter a new relationship, you may find that different needs are met and new gaps are revealed.  Even if the relationship is constant, you may not be, thus opening up the need for different or new supplements.  Perform a frequent check-up on yourself to make sure you are not slipping into mental malnutrition.

A diet that does not contain the basic required macronutrients will not sustain healthy life.  Likewise, a primary relationship that does not meet the basic needs of both partners will not survive.  For those micro-needs; however, don’t be afraid to supplement, as the proper balance of nutrients can take you from surviving to thriving.

5 Life Lessons of Yoga, Off the Mat

Yoga has a way of uniting the breath and body that I don’t find in other arenas.  During the divorce, I found that my mind began to move on from the trauma, but that my body still stored the shock and the pain.  Even when my mind was at rest, my body was trembling, shaking as though it was in imminent danger.  Medication worked, but only by shutting the body down, which I did not see as a viable long term solution.  I tried meditation, but that same medication made that very difficult.  I’m not sure why it took me so long, but I finally restarted yoga, which almost immediately began to calm my body through breath and rhythmic movements. My mind started to calm also, as the breath reconnected it to its corporeal frame. My biggest life lesson from yoga was the discovery that the breath is the  link between the mind and body and it can be used to help heal either one.

5 Life Lessons of Yoga, Off the Mat.

Labels

In the early months of the divorce, I was obsessed with labels. I needed to be able to classify everything, to make sense of the nonsensical.  It reminded me of a time when I was a kid.  My parents bought this little label maker that would print out stickers of what you typed.  I spent a day labeling everything in sight before the cost of the sticky paper brought my challenge to an end.

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Most of my labeling energies went towards my ex.  Was he a narcissist, indifferent to those around him, viewing me as merely an object.  Was he an addict, as we found out after he left that he had been hiding alcohol consumption.  Perhaps he could be a sociopath, devoid of any sense of right or wrong.  Maybe he was depressive, and unable to make clear decisions. Of course,  he could just be a jerk.  Each of these labels had evidence to support their application, but there was also evidence against it.  I went round and round, sure that if I just knew what to call it, I would find understanding.

I fought against the labels that may have been applied to me by my psychiatrist.  Each visit, biweekly at first, she would ask me if I was suicidal.  I bristled at the thought that she contemplated applying that label to me.  Each visit, I denied it vehemently, hoping that my insistence would keep that word from my file.

Even the divorce itself had labels.  I was the one to file, as he just planned to run away.  Originally, I was going to do a divorce by publication, as we did not know where he was.  That progressed to a no-fault divorce once I found him, but before we knew of the bigamy.  The bigamy changed the label again to a fault divorce.

None of these labels mattered.  My ex is who he is, regardless of what I call him.  My psychiatrist supported me with the medication I needed no matter the words she wrote on my file.  And divorce is horrendous, despite the category it falls under.  Just like those sticky labels I applied as a kid, labels can be applied, removed, and reapplied without changing the object beneath.  Apart from a little residue, that is.

Trust Fund

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I had the utmost trust in my ex-husband.  Even thought we were very young when we began dating, I did not give up my trust easily; he earned it over years of proving himself reliable, dependable, and honest.  Each time he followed through or stepped up, another deposit was made into the trust fund.  I was hyper-vigilant about the fund in its early stages, carefully monitoring each deposit and looking for unexpected withdrawals.  As time passed and the minimum account balance was ancient history, I began to relax.
And then, the unthinkable happened.  The trust fund was emptied fully in one violent sweep as I learned of his years of lies and deceptions.  It made me question the veracity of the sixteen years of deposits: were they forgeries?  Fraud?  Or, were they real enough and simply there for the taking?
I felt violated.  Raped.  Robbed.  I trusted him to protect me from others and it turns out I needed protection from him.

It was an inside job.

 

I was left without a husband, bit even more concerning, I was left with a damaged trust safe, its integrity damaged by the robbery.  It was no longer able to contain any deposits of trust.  And I was afraid that it could not be repaired.
I began to work to repair the damage, patch the holes.  I explored, finding and patching the weak areas.  I tested its integrity by tentatively placing trust in others, yet ensuring that, if they were to fail to follow through, I would not be too badly compromised.
Time passed.  The trust fund slipped from the forefront of my mind.  I suppose I began to trust that it could contain wealth again, if it were to come my way.
And wealth did come; I am now in a new relationship and the trust fund has been rebuilt.  It’s a little different now; the security is a little tighter and I am more aware of the deposits, but the fund is full and I am relaxed.
Thank you to my dad and his wife for inspiring this post.

Mindset at the Outset

There are some days where I should have a great run: my legs are fresh, I’m rested, my breathing is clear, and the weather is perfect.  Yet, on some of these days, each step is a supreme effort and my body, which was feeling powerful moments before, feels like a car with no power steering.

There are some days where I should have a tough run; my legs are fatigued, I’m tired, I’m wheezy or congested, and the weather is either freezing and windy or hot, humid and still.  Yet, on some of these days, I fly through the run, aware of my body executing each step almost effortlessly.

The determining factor in the run is not the physical (rest, fatigue) nor the external (weather).  The critical component is my mindset at the outset.  If I begin with the thought that the run is something to get through or the fear that I may not make my distance and/or time goal for the day, I struggle with the effort.  However, if I go into the run accepting the current state of things and just looking to explore what I am capable of, I often surprise myself with what I can accomplish.

Think about how you approach different challenges or even each day in your life.  Are you “getting through” or “exploring what can be”?  What is your mindset at the outset?