When I was in my Freshman year college, Heather [whom I lost touch with] took me under her wing to educate my speech.  When someone asked me how I am doing, I would respond, “I am good.”
Heather corrected me with, “Jeff, preachers do good.  People do well.”
I try to say “I am well” when someone asks and that has been one of my issues.  Everyday, I say I am well when some days I am unwell.
About 4 weeks ago, it occurred to me for the first time that I am a good person.  It was Lisa who explained this to me in a couseling session.  Up to this point, for my entire life, I have held myself to an impossible standard of perfection.
In certain situations, this behavior has borne fruit, in my education and career where results are mostly the result of drive and not necessarily talent.
However, in the world of emotional health, perfection is a disease.  Dr David M. Burns said it best:
“Remember that fear always lurks behind perfectionism. Confronting your fears and allowing yourself the right to be human can, paradoxically, make you a far happier and more productive person.”
Lisa went on to give me some kudos – that I am a well-intentioned person. I wouldn’t be in counseling if I weren’t.  I don’t try to hurt people.  I own up to my mistakes.
It’s been hard for my brain to understand what this means to me.  Despite

When I was in my Freshman year college, Heather [whom I lost touch with] took me under her wing to educate my speech.

Despite competence in reading and writing, there were gaps in my education – in particular the way I spoke.  I used colloquialisms when I shouldn’t have.  For example,  when someone asked me how I am doing, I would respond, “I am good.”  Heather corrected me with, “Jeff, preachers do good.  People do well.”

It took more than one time to remind me. (more…)

SparkPeople

SparkPeople

It was July 6, 2007 when I weighed myself at 190 pounds.  I am only 5′9 tall and I should not weigh this much.   Depending on the particular guideline I use, my healthy / ideal weight is somewhere between 150 and 160 pounds.  So, this meant I was a minimum of third pounds overweight.

How did this happen?  I played sports and was active during my entire childhood until I completed graduate school.

At this point in 2007, I became interested in restoring the fitness of my younger years.  Like most Americans, I was gaining 2 pounds a year because I was too sedentary and did not mind what I ate.  I bought bigger pants and shirts and just accepted the changes to my body without much protest.

Not that I was entirely out of shape in 2007.  I was playing outdoor soccer – something I started after the 2006 World Cup.  So, I could play an hour of competitive soccer and unfortunately, I didn’t look much like a soccer player.  I was overweight, too slow and too weak, not svelte, strong and wiry.

Looking back I would say that at this time, I was interested in fitness but I was not committed to results.  Read the Ken Blanchard quote at the bottom of the post.

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Elwood

Elwood

Stop Honking

I remember the day Emily and Wendy brought Elwood home from the animal shelter in the town where my parents lived.

I was visiting my parents from college in the summer of 1993.  I was snoozing on the couch in their basement when I hear this car horn honking obsessively.

“Who’s that honking outside?”

Emily came into the house and begged me to come outside.

So I go outside and there in the back of Wendy’s car is Elwood – a fluffy three-month old puppy.  His head fur was matted down with the markings of a cell-mate’s urine at the animal shelter.

He was perfect.

The summer before I went to college, my parents adopted a chocolate lab that they named Sebastian.  He was the replacement for Snuffy, a dauchshund mix who was our childhood doggy.  I took Sebastian on a lot of walks that summer.  We had a good time over the next two summers when I returned from school to live with my parents.

Emily, Wendy and my Mom They told me that while I was away at school, I had talked so often about Sebastian.  Apparently I always asked about him when I called home.  Since I was moving into a house for my Senior year, they collectively figured I needed a friend.

After getting a leash and harness on little Elwood, Emily and I tried to take him for a walk.  It was so funny when he just sat down.  The leash meant nothing to him and he was uninterested in walking.

I took him back to Wyoming and we began 15 years of adventures. (more…)

The NY Times provided an analysis of Detroit’s three stooges – GM, Ford, and Chrysler.  From the article, “Toyota has sold more Camry models alone this year than Chrysler has sold of all its cars.”

My brother sent me this analysis that is spot on, IMHO.

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