5/31/2011 | What makes you feel strong?
I come from a long line of strong women. My great, great grandmother in Poland was a chicken plucker, which apparently was quite the impressive career path back in the day. My mom managed to juggle three of us in diapers at the same time before working full-time at the family deli, back when many of her contemporaries focused exclusively on carpool and mahjong. Spending a lot of time writing in front of my computer sometimes pales in comparison those these pioneers of my DNA. That’s one of the reasons I enjoy lifting weights so much. The process of picking up a heavy metal object for three sets of 15 reps each somehow makes me feel strong.
Strength, though, isn’t just about being able to get all Incredible Hulk-like and lift a car with your index finger or karate chop a concrete block. (Though admittedly it would be cool to do both.) I believe it is also a state of mind. Take the survivors of the recent tornadoes in Missouri and Alabama. I’ve seen interviews with people who lost everything and rightly demonstrated their grief – but then they moved on to help neighbors cope. While I don’t know what’s happening in Maria Shriver’s daily life, it took strength for her to appear on Oprah’s farewell special as news broke about the former Governator’s indiscretions.
The act of asking for help from others can also take strength. Realizing that you need support in losing weight, encouragement to pursue the career of your dreams or seek counseling to gain better self-esteem are all major milestones on the road to wellness.
What makes you feel strong? How do you help others recognize and/or gain their own strength?







Maybe it was the captivating theme song from Hawaii Five-O or the promise of 80 degree days after the recent cold snap. Perhaps my boyfriend just didn’t want to fly 5,000 miles to visit his parents in the frigid tundra of the UK this year. Whatever the case, we’re now chilling out in Hawaii. Yes, dear friends in Minnesota, Cleveland and even back in Atlanta – sorry to rub it in. But I’ll accept the nasty names you may call me and just say “aloha” in return.
People who practice what they preach gain a lot of credibility in my eyes. I expect personal trainers to exercise and dentists to have beautiful teeth. My accountant shouldn’t be hounded by the IRS for failure to pay his taxes and I’d never trust an interior decorator whose kitchen décor was frozen in 1978. So when I read this morning that an estimated 54% of all nurses are overweight or obese, it made me ponder. Would you take weight loss advice from an obese medical professional or dietitian?
Throughout the United States, people are getting ready to talk turkey. You know, except for those stalwarts who try to substitute tofu or quinoa for the venerable bird, fooling no one in the process. Recipes and healthy eating tips are flying back and forth across Twitter and Facebook. Grocery store displays are overtaking entire aisles. But enough already about the food on this day of communal overeating, people! I’m wondering what you plan to wear to the Thanksgiving feast itself.