Month: July 2016

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How social issues affect your wellness more than you think

You can’t have helped but seen the utter madness ensuing around the world recently.  The Syrian civil war, subsequent refugee crisis, mass shootings, terror attacks, the great divide not only between the UK and Europe, but within UK borders, knife crime and increased racism. Go home 2016, you’re drunk!  All of this, however, probably affects you more than you think.  The one thing I haven’t been able to shake recently is how our health connects to social issues. Why? Because it all stems from the heart, it’s all about the heart. The heart is where health and wellness starts and ends, and it is where events like the former mentioned start and end. Maybe you think this is a big leap; maybe you’re offended by this… good! If we’re not offended by what is happening in the world around us and moved to a point of compassion then nothing will change. A heart that is full of pain needs healing, but this can only happen in the time said heart needs.  A heart full of pain …

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You can never take my…

.. so I’ve never seen ‘Braveheart’ (yep, I know, sorry!) but I hear there’s a quote about freedom in it. Over 18 months ago, during an early evening doze these words came to me; “Freedom is larger than anything you could ever imagine, yet more fragile than anything you’ve ever known” “Great”, I thought, “now that explains freedom to me”. So I pondered about freedom for a while. Freedom is something we all long for and desire deep down. Freedom from, well quite frankly everything. We want to feel like we can live in a way that we want to, to be able to choose what we want when we want, to be able to go anywhere at anytime, say what we want when we want and do what we want to… “if I want to hit that snooze button all day, then sit in bed and eat chocolate spread on toast I should flipping well be able to. Freedom!!! Yes!! Finally!” Is that freedom though? Would that really make me feel free? And actually …

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That’s not your identity

I wish when I was growing up someone had told me my identity was not in my floral patterned denim jacket (although to this day every time I walk into a charity shop, I have misty dream like visions of having an encounter with it), or that my identity wasn’t in the fact that I could eat and eat and not put weight on (I really wish someone had told me that, slight backfire – in more ways than one), or that my identity was not in the fact that I could run for miles and be ok with it. Identity, where do you get yours from? For years I placed my identity in my athleticism, in fact I even remember at school getting annoyed at a friend who also did particularly well in P.E.  “You’re too good at everything else, at least let me have this”. I should have realised that the end of lesson bell didn’t just signify home time. I’m all or nothing so when I started competing in triathlons and doing …