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Okay, I’ll admit that only recently I have started reading food labels. To be honest, I just don’t have the time to read labels while shopping because I’m rushing. Frankly, the people cluttering the aisles reading ingredients just annoy me. It’s not worse than the texting driver holding up traffic to complete the text. I have learned that labels can be deceiving. Here are a few of the stealth Gluten Red Flags to watch!
Gluten Free does not always mean gluten free. Definitely avoid wheat, wheat gluten, barley, and rye. However, malt or hydrolyzed vegetable protein are also enemies! Be especially careful of cereals, pastas, cakes and cookies. You can substitute with rice or potato flour. Substitute rice noodles for traditional pasta.
“Food Allergy and Food Intolerance” by Dr Jon Brostoff is an excellent resource in understanding food intolerance symptoms and has a large index of buzz words to watch for when reading labels.
Dee had a similar experience yesterday:
Sorry to pick on a brand name, but this is such a perfect example of why we need to read labels. I bought some things for a health fair at my work, and smoothies in a bottle were specifically requested. So I loaded my shopping cart with apples, bananas and Frusion. The first thing that caught my eye was 4% juice. As I was unpacking groceries, I decided to try one. Quickly glanced at the label without my reading glasses and saw 180 calories. My non-dairy coconut and almond milks are about 100 so when you add fruit I thought that sounded normal. Just now, I put on the glasses to see that — sure enough — high fructose corn syrup is item number four on the label, after yogurt, water and sugar. There are 33 grams of sugar. For comparison, Kool-Aid (pure liquid poison) has only 25. Fresh fruit is loaded with fiber but the drink has none. Here is a better smoothie option: 8 oz. rice milk (120 calories + 11 grams sugar) and 1 cup strawberries (65 calories and 12 grams sugar) plus 4 oz. Greek yogurt (65 calories + 4 grams sugar). Even though the calories are higher, the sugar is much lower and it doesn’t contain high fructose corn syrup. It also has some great protein from the milk and yogurt and complex carbs from the fresh fruit. One real smoothie starts the day off right, no hunger until lunch. Even though processes and packaged foods are convenient, you always are better off with whole foods in their natural form. Remember that one very helpful website to use for learning about the nutritional benefits of most foods is www.calorie-count.com.
Christopher Nagy M.D. is a man on a mission. Dr. Nagy has a great deal of medical experience as an Orthopaedic Surgeon over the past 15 years. But, as someone who is passionate about real wellness (rather than merely treating symptoms), he knows that the current practice of medicine does not have all the answers. Dr. Nagy’s goal is to help educate and introduce an important treatment option in medicine, bioidentical hormone optimization. Your Personal Wellness Center was established to offer proactive and interested individuals bioidentical hormone optimization. The purpose of Your Personal Wellness Center includes helping to increase awareness of the options available to help improve one’s quality of life and make possible a healthier, more vibrant life.
Tirelessly studying and reviewing the latest literature and keeping abreast of the newest and most exciting developments allows Dr. Nagy to bring you the most current and efficacious treatments to guide you in the aging process. Patients can rest assured that they have an extremely strong advocate and partner who will guide them where they desire to go on their journey to ultimate wellness.
Dr. Nagy received his medical degree (M.D.) at Wright State University School of Medicine in Dayton, Ohio, in 1990. He is practicing as a Board Certified Orthopaedic Surgeon in Salisbury, North Carolina. With his passion to help people beyond the scope of Orthopaedics, he has furthered his training as a fellow in the American Academy of Anti-Aging Medicine. His certification in Mastering the Protocols of Hormone Optimization came under the tutelage of Dr. Neal Rouzier, a renown authority on the subject. Click here to watch Dr. Rouzier briefly explain the many benefits of bioidentical hormone optimization.
Dr. Nagy created Your Personal Wellness Center in 2010. His mission is to assist patients in receiving the treatments that will allow them to improve their lives beyond what traditional medicine offers. Proper treatment can help one live life as it was meant to be. This type of medical program requires active participation by both parties to bring about the optimal results that are possible.
Personally, Dr. Nagy is married to a lovely wife and has three beautiful daughters. He loves spending time with family, camping, exercising and relaxing together. He enjoys music, Broadway musicals and is frequently caught singing throughout the day. Dr. Nagy has always been a strong advocate of health and wellness. So much so, that he has competed and won on the natural bodybuilding circuit. These life experiences have taught him the level of commitment necessary to achieve a goal and to discover what it takes to achieve ones dreams.
Dr Nagy writes:
In an effort to improve the whole person, I am always looking for relevant information that will cater not only to the needs of the body but also the needs of the mind/soul. I recently discovered this TED talk by Sherry Turkle, PhD. that delves into a topic that I believe many of us are aware of but possibly haven’t spent a great deal of time considering. A quote from Dr. Turkle quite nicely explains her premise:
“We’re lonely, but we’re afraid of intimacy. And so from social networks to sociable robots, we’re designing technologies that will give us the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.”
As we embrace the thrill and intelligence of technology we, in many ways, lose the intimacy of relationships. It is the loss of human interaction that may even further lead us into a sense of loneliness. Being ever more connected, we are also ever more alone.
The points Dr. Turkle makes are quite relevant to our modern society. We long for connectivity but cherish control. As a side effect of trying to “control the conversation” we lose the face to face interaction often necessary to truly connect. Are we dumbing down our communication by thinking only in quick thoughts that can be expressed in 140 characters or less (no, I don’t have a twitter account…yet)?
This post has already exceeded the collective attention span so I will leave you with an excellent talk by Dr. Turkle. The information she provides is thought provoking and I hope it will make you re-evaluate the way you communicate and maintain your relationships. Technology is not bad, we just have to evaluate how it can help, how it can hurt and what price we’re paying for the convenience. This talk, sadly caused me to realize that my primary time of solitude pretty much only occurs when I am mowing the lawn. Other than that, I’m connected, on the move and entrenched in the current system. A wake up call to change.
Take time to smell the roses and share yourself with your loved ones,
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I knew when I started my 90-day weight loss challenge that I would have to eventually have to confront uncontrollable outside forces. I didn’t know it would be on Day 4. Yesterday as I was just to leave work, I received three simultaneous phone calls from the three other members of my family.
My oldest teenage daughter was livid after her little sister borrowed (without asking) her brand new Victoria’s Secret bra.
My youngest teenage daughter was crying hysterically because. she loaned the bra to a friend that proceeded to call her a rude bitch.
My husband called to say he was grounding them from their cars for fighting; he was placing all their clothes in the garbage; and was going out to “golf” for the night (AKA drink with buddies at the local beach bar).
That’s only Part one.
Part two involved my plan to tidy up the guest room for a weekend houseguest. I came home and found it carpeted wall to wall in my daughter’s clothes. I then received a text with photos of my father and little brother’s Southern Indiana property after a massive wildfire.
Due to guestroom cleaning demands, I cancelled a meeting with a friend from church who is currently withdrawling from Oxycontin. This was all before 6 pm! Feeling exhausted from cleaning, stressed that my hubby was with bar friends, sad my daughter was bullied, and guilty for not helping my needy friend and brother, I caved and found temporary comfort in beer, chips and chocolate cake. Prior to these outside forces attacking, I had eaten squash, grilled chicken, a banana, and a pineapple-ricemilk smoothie for breakfast.
Note to self: set up a hurricane preparedness plan! Perhaps I’ll put my tennis shoes and shorts on tonight so that when things hit the fan I can walk out the front door for some aerobic relief. The closest liquor store is more than two miles away on foot so I should be safe.
I can feel your pain with every word. I’m not surprised that you finally gave in! When I come home to chaos rather than the perfect fantasy of rest and relaxation that I daydream about, I go postal! I will agree that a brisk walk after work does help. I occasionally sneak one in before I even hit the door because I can’t remember the last time I arrived home to peace in the house. Remember, you didn’t make any of those bad choices—they did. You can start fresh tomorrow with a revised attitude of self confidence because you are awesome!
As you already know if you are visiting this site, we are dedicated to helping people take ownership of disease by inspiring them to change their diets. We post ideas, links and stories of other’s who have succeeded in changing their lives for the better. This site is my “Field of Dreams.” I started this program because I realized that in the future, I will not be able to treat disease because of the sad state of the economy. In 10-20 years, pharmaceuticals and insurance prices will be too high for most of us to afford. Recent studies predict that by the year 2037, Medicare will be bankrupt and insurance premiums will exceed the average American household income. For that reason, I am encouraging all of us to take an active role in disease prevention before our children and grandchildren require medical intervention that they can’t afford and may not be available. I dedicated my career to helping people, took the Hippocratic Oath, and am sticking to it. How can I help patient’s if I don’t treat the cause of their diseases? We are not victims of genetics, we are victims of a fast paced, capitalistic society that has lost priorities. That is why we are all fat, sick, and nearly dead. We don’t have time to nurture our spirits, families and minds. We are too busy trying to get through each day! I strongly believe that physicians need to take back the healthcare industry. We need to lead the revolution to change in the direction of prevention. I have vowed to more actively help patients get the nutritional education and encouragement that they need to change their lifestyles. Other physicians need to be encouraged to defy the rules and standards and take this leap of faith. Political lobbying, insurance dictators, and pharmaceutical advertisements simply aren’t doing the job of cutting healthcare spending.
We do have options: If Kony can go viral overnight via the internet—SO CAN WE!
Share these messages posted on the site with others. More importantly, try to slow down in life, take care of yourself and most of all —just be yourself. Trust me, as I say in my home page, it’s scary, but people will still love you if you aren’t perfect! Just be real.
As most of you know, I tend to be a bit obsessive/compulsive. I am especially bad when I’m overstressed, tired, and when it comes to parenting. I fell asleep on a Friday night after a long week while watching a movie with Sidney. Eek! I woke up still on the couch at 4 am and she had put herself to bed. To most, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but for me, it was a catastrophe. The next morning, crying my eyes, out to Tim; I declared that I was the worst mother ever. Sidney was going to ruin her kids because I was a failure parent; she was headed to delinquency as an unloved preteen; and I would die without having anyone to pluck the black hairs off my chin in the nursing home. He cracked up and called me a nutjob. “She’s 12, whats the big deal?” Great! World’s worst mom and nutjob wife who was obviously unloved because he clearly didn’t recognize the anguish I was experiencing.
Here is a little trick I have recently learned that has really changed my life (thank you Kim!)
She said, “When you walk into the grocery store with baby puke on your shirt, bunny slippers on and your hair a mess; What crosses your mind when see a patient of yours in Aisle 10?” I replied, I think SHIT, I gotta get outta here because if they see me they are going to think I am either psychotic or strung out on heroin!
Then she told me about cognitive distortions. When people with obsessive compulsive traits (I would say all mom’s) get stressed out and overwhelmed, we tend to distort our thinking and become paranoid. Well I didn’t know what the heck that meant so I had to have her dumb it down.
Black and White Thinking –if your performance falls short of perfection, you think you are a total failure
Catastrophizing Things–exaggerating the importance of something
Mind Reading–arbitrarily concluding that someone is reacting negatively to you
So my grocery scenario proved I was distorting the reality. I was thinking that if someone looked disheveled, they were obviously not ok. I took my disastrous appearance and translated it to “psychotic and on drugs.” Lastly, I assumed that the patient even cared what I looked like! They were probably more worried about moving their candy bars to the bottom of the cart so I couldn’t see their unhealthy choices.
So I went back and rethought my meltdown about being a worthless parent. Not tucking my 12yo into bed one night did not automatically make me a bad mom. It didn’t mean she was going to make bad choices. Actually, she declared me Best Mom Ever for letting her stay up so late!!! And oops, sorry Tim, I guess the 2 hour lecture on how you didn’t love me was a little extreme considering I am a nutjob.
Thank God because I just plucked a black chin hair!
For more information on Cognitive Distortions–Read “The Feeling Good Handbook” by David Burns. And when your next negative emotion enters your mind–ask yourself to rethink the reality of it. Trust me, I do it on a daily and sometimes hourly basis.
Lucy and Ethel or The Lone Ranger and Tonto, never mind the gender…the common denominator is simple: 100% True Friendship. Funny how in life we all can relate to side kicks. My ‘side kick’ happened to be my best friend Joe Griffith : aka “Superman Joey”. Joe was my very best friend in the whole world. I don’t even think our family and friends really understood just how much time we spent together. We could hang out all day and night … return home and still talk for endless hours on the phone till the wee hours of the morning. Joe was my confident,my partner in crime, my side kick Superhero. I knew no matter what circumstance he would be there for me. He was funny,caring, and so full of life. Joe was a devoted son,brother, and friend who volunteered in the community. We shared the love of film,art, and cooking together. He had this gap between his teeth that always bothered him greatly, but to me- it was the one thing that set him apart. It brought out his radiant smile and warm deep brown eyes. He had good morals, strong character, and loved God. When he smiled you could feel his heart full of joy and love. We laughed ,cried , and did just about everything together until I got the call one night that would change my life forever. The phone call that ended up making me a stronger woman in the fight for suicide prevention and awareness. I was supposed to go walking with Joe hours before he took his life. He left me a voice mail asking to do dinner later instead of a walk. I often wonder what if I would of been there to intercept that call – would our conversation at that dinner or on that initial walk made a difference? Why or how did I (his best friend) not see any signs of depression or anxiety? What did I do wrong? Was it my fault? It has been 3 years since Joe’s death – I still find myself asking these questions at times but know I will never have an anwser. I also know I had no control of Joe’s actions. I know survivors of suicide must face and ask these same questions. I can understand that deep pit in their stomach the moment when they hear their loved one is no longer with them. It is in that moment of silence and emptiness we die a little inside ourselves too. We feel empty … our loved one and “sidekick” is gone, forever gone and it is a very lonely feeling that attacks our entire body. After Joe’s death I found a letter I had never read before that he wrote to me. I found it one day in a stack of my favorite dvd’s we had been going through before his death and knew it was his way of telling me he loved me, he was with God…and he was okay. People often told us we were like Superman and Wonder Woman – attatched hip to hip trying to make a difference somehow with or without capes in the community. Whenever I was working on a charity event, I could always count on Joe being my number one supporter. He would participate in walks or help me get wonderful donations. I knew after reading the letter, there were many Superman Joey’s out there in the world who brought joy and love to their friends and family. After Joe’s death I realized my own friends became distant and the stigma of Joe’s suicide was a major part of the battle. I registered for my first Out Of The Darkness Walk and realized there were other survivors who understood exactly what I had been going through. A core group of Joe’s friends walked the first year. It was just what we all needed to get through his tragic death. It opened my eyes to be stronger and understand more the importance of suicide awareness and prevention. Unfortunately, the following year I could not find anyone to walk with me. Friends and family members simply just could not make it. I was stunned and a bit numb. Why wouldn’t anyone take time out to walk for someone who showed so much love to them..or just walk in support for such a huge loss? I heard friends were still angry at Joe and some were ashamed to be associated with suicide. Could it really be because of the stigma associated with suicide? I decided to volunteer and run the merchandise booth that year even if it meant going by myself. I felt so alone that day. I pretty much knew no one, had a huge pit in my stomach, and was missing my best friend terribly. I remember I walked up to the registration tent and was greeted with much love and support from other volunteers and staff. I knew then I was right where God wanted me to be. They say God works in mysterious ways – well he does. I was working the merchandising booth when a survivor came up to me to ask if I had seen the Superman and Wonder Woman? I had no idea what they were talking about and all of a sudden in the middle of a crowd of hundreds I see a red cape flying in the wind. I think to myself – “Out of ALL of the Superheroes …My Superman Joey is here at this walk – Unbelieveable!” I made my way to the people who were dressed in the superhero costumes and explained my situation. Within minutes the man dressed as Superman immediately grabbed and hugged me as he shouted he was walking in honor of Supermen Joey today! Was this real? Was this a sign? It was then at that very moment when I felt that Joe was there in spirit. I was not alone anymore.That feeling of spirit was spread all around the walk that day and it was as if I could feel other survivors celebrating their own loved ones too. Their loved ones may not have been there physically but they were living within us each in our own special ways. In every word, in every song, in everything God creates… their spirits live on. I ended up not being alone that year after all, it was then that I wanted to make sure no one should have to ever walk alone. This year I am very proud to be a committee member of the walk .Our local AFSP Indiana Chapter is also going to have volunteers as ambassadors at The Out Of The Darkness Walk for those who may not have anyone to walk with. I never imagined I would be so passionate and such an advocate for a cause that still has such a strong fight and stigma. I am not a Wonder Woman or a superhero by any means nor was Joe. We were just two best friends, two side kicks who will always have a forever bond and now a message. The message is simple – we all need to keep educating. AFSP has paved the way for us all to speak openly and honestly about suicide prevention and awareness. I lost my best friend, my side kick , my own Superhero to this horrible illness. I never saw the signs. I never dreamed this would happen to me. Most importantly, I never thought this would of happened to Joe. I miss his touch, I miss his voice, I miss that silly gap between his teeth that made his smile so bright. The message is simple: The more we educate others – the more we will continue to make a difference. We must remember that every walk does matter …every voice does speak volumes …and every minute counts.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
~ Steve Jobs
I saw a patient in pain today– having been her doctor for the last 6 years. I have watched her downward spiral into depression and chronic pain. My empathy overwhelmed me and I had her come into the office today for my form of a “Come to Jesus” intervention. Now in retrospect, I feel my conversation was dead on arrival.
I’ve met many a soul that are so beaten down by the things that are out of their control, that they have given up and lost the insight into the situation. I’ve been there more times than I care to remember. Somehow, I have managed to pull myself out of the vicious cycle of pity and sef despair. I’m embarrassed to admit that the process has taken way too long to evolve in the past. Usually, a song, a person, or a self reflective moment in a state of fatigue has been the eye opener. I’m not sure she heard anything I said today, but I pray that she will trust that there are angels on earth, placed here to help us gain insight. God only knows that I’m no angel. I do however have kindness as my king. On the opposite hand, I then saw a patient that is neglecting her own health out of fear and self abuse. She did hear my message thankfully. She is someone who just needs to believe that there are some people in the world who still care. Every inkling of her being wants to pursue her dreams in lack of ignorant judgement. A very wise soul (my daughter, Ciara) recently told me a message that I will forever try to remember and maintain. “I’ve learned that you can’t ever judge or shut someone out of your life until you have taken the time to hear their story. Sage like words from an 18 year old girl. If you don’t want to be judged, then judge others less. We all say we don’t judge but I’m not sure that is really true. I am starting with the man in the mirror, because the best way to reboot your life and change the fallacy in the world is to change yourself.
Countless hours spent on the deck discussing the uncertainties of life. Innumerable days of listening to our children giggle, play, fight and cry together. Tears shed watching one another battle the ups and downs of family life in the 21st century. These experiences have made our former neighbors become our dearest friends and confidants. They are our “wolf pack”.
This week, the Henriksens, and their dear friends watched their families bond together once again as they faced yet another frightening event. An event that would forever change the way all ten of us view life and the ambiguity of the world. We will become different people having experienced this sad tragedy.
Our dearest friends’ daughter has known one of the most vivacious, loving, talented and endearing girls for many years. The two girls were kindred spirits at the mere ages of 15 and 16. To the shock of everyone, she took her own life this week. She battled depression for years. Unfortunately, the disease won the strenuous fight. Sadly and despite her suspected perception, young Maggie was never alone.
Most all of us probably know someone whose life has been affected by depression, either directly or indirectly. We may not know that someone is suffering from depression, they may not even know themselves. Two out of three people who struggle with depression never seek help resulting in untreated depression as the leading cause of suicide. In America alone, it’s estimated that 19 million people live with depression, and suicide is the third-leading cause of death among those 18-24 years old.
Perhaps you have seen the countless photos on social media of outstretched arms with the word “love” scribed on skin and merely thought it some new type of arm art fad. There is a much deeper meaning to these sharpie tattoos.
Renee was a troubled Florida teen. Described as one who “has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide” she at one point used her cocaine-cutting razor to carve “F—k Up” on her arm adding to the other fifty self inflicted scars there. A group of concerned friends finally convinced her to go to a drug treatment center but she was deemed too “high risk” due to her distinctive markings and denied treatment. Fearing for her life, they designed a T-shirt selling drive in hopes of raising enough money to pay for her care. Their experiences led them to realize the greater need beyond just Renee.
Together they organized and formed TWLOHA, a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people lost in depression, addiction, self-destruction and suicide. You can read their complete story and Mission Statement here: http://www.twloha.com. Their efforts caught on and went viral. Photos of teens with “Love” on their arms began popping up in dramatic fashion. Famous bands and the Hollywood elite began wearing their trendy T-shirts. “Why do you have that written on your arms?” “What does that T-shirt mean and where can I get one?” All were keen efforts to raise awareness for this cause and show those in need that they are not alone. By metaphorically applying “Love” as a pressure bandage to the self inflicted ugly wounds of the story’s character, this band of persistent friends helped not only Renee, but began to define and fulfill TWLOHA’s vision including:
The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.
The vision is the possibility that we’re more loved than we’ll ever know.
The vision is hope, and hope is real.
You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.
Lucy, I won’t let this be the end of Maggie’s story either . . .
After a long day yesterday in which I was tormented by the fact that one of my patients may have recurrent cancer, I arrived home and lost my mind. At dinner, I threw back my chair, screamed at the top of my lungs and proceeded to bawl for a few hours. “Mom is doing the best she can people!” Moral of the story—-exercise when you are overwhelmed. It may prevent you from spontaneously combusting like me.