Health – Endurance Free Living

It Might Come In Useful

The 2 litre beer siphon.

Spring has arrived – although you wouldn’t think it from the weather – and with it the fearsome and inevitable spring cleaning.

My wife thinks I’m a terrible hoarder. There are a lot of piles of books and this and that around the house. I counter by asserting that, although there are a lot of things in the house, they are of high quality. The fact remains, however, that when we try to grab one thing, something else, or several other things, usually fall to the ground.

Exasperating.

Sufficiently exasperating for it to be time to do something about it.

So I started to put things up for sale on FB Marketplace.

Let’s be honest here.

If we haven’t used something for five or even ten years, then it’s really time to get rid of it unless there is a high emotional charge attached.

If you too are a hoarder, I can already hear your reply:

“But it might come in useful.”

I’ve often said this to myself.

But what if you change the refrain to this:

“It might come in useful – for someone else.”

Example:

I inherited a large 3-D mounted map of Switzerland from a business I ran with a partner over twenty years ago. That map has been propping up the wall at the end of our bed ever since we moved into the house in 2004. I would get up every morning and look at it and say to myself, “I really should sell that.”

Well, a few weeks ago I finally got around to putting up an advert on Marketplace. I knew perfectly well that otherwise the map would continue to prop up the wall for another ten years and that I would continue to look at it every morning and say to myself, “I really should sell that.”

It was time to allow the map to continue its useful life with someone else.

The person who eventually bought it was a huge fan of 3-D maps and was going to put it up in his home. Great!

When I became a naturalized Swiss citizen in 2017, I received a number of presents including a 2 litre jar of beer. Now this jar has a seal and was meant to be re-usable, but I discovered that as I drank the beer it got progressively flat. So I never re-filled it.

What to do? It seemed too well made (see photo above) to throw out in a glass recycling bin, and I thought it might come in useful – for someone else. At first, I put it up for sale for a derisory price, but still didn’t get any interest. So I decided to give it away for free. Instantly five people were interested, and one came through.

One less object around the house.

And so the process continues….

What I would say, and I’ve talked about this in another post entitled “Mental Clutter,” is that it’s actually not a good idea to wait ten or twenty years to get rid of something that you’re not going to use. Going back to the 3-D map, the fact that I looked at it every morning and thought it would be a good idea to sell it involved not just physical clutter but also mental clutter. The thought itself was clutter. And the longer you wait to get rid of the physical clutter, the longer the effects of the mental clutter will remain.

Now I get out of bed and look at the space where the 3-D map was and think, “What a good thing I managed to sell that!” The relief of having finally done something about it may be more positive than the “I really ought to sell it” thought, but it’s still mental clutter or scarring.

Much better not to be thinking about it at all and have more space in your mind for something useful.

The takeaway from this is that the sooner you make up your mind to get rid of something you don’t use, and act on it, the less physical – and mental – clutter you will have to deal with.

So the next time you look at something at home that you don’t use and say, “It might come in useful,” try changing the refrain to:

“It might come in useful – for someone else.”

It may help you to move on.

May your life never become an endurance test.

Love

Richard

Think For Yourself

© RCM Sheep and a Trampoline, Combremont-le-Grand, Vaud, Switzerland

I heard that a lot at school.

“Think for yourself.”

It took me years to realize that thinking for yourself is the last thing that people want, that society as a whole wants.

In fact, it’s actively discouraged.

Even in school or at university, there are actually very strict rules in place, and you have to follow those rules if you want to get the highest grades. If you write a paper for an English class, for example, no one gives a fig for your opinion. You have to refer to every Tom, Dick or Harry’s thoughts about the novel you read, synthesise their viewpoints acceptably and then: bingo! Good grade.

Silly me. I actually thought that when people said, “Think for yourself,” they meant just that.

But what people actually mean by thinking for yourself is “observe the rules and play the game.” These are the people consistently lauded by the majority of citizens.

Not that I’m complaining. Thinking for yourself makes life at once simpler, richer and more complicated. I wouldn’t want it any other way. But I do get exasperated by the double-talk.

Example: be very careful when your boss asks you what you think at work.

Does (s)he really want to know what you think or does (s)he simply want confirmation of her/his ideas?

In my experience, there are very few people in positions of responsibility who really want to hear what you think. They can’t handle it. If your viewpoint diverges from theirs, they see it as a coup d’état.

I would go further. As long as a relationship is power-based, there can be no real communication.

I have been living in Switzerland for over thirty years now and I’m often asked if I miss England, the land of my birth.

I usually state the obvious – that if I really missed England, I would be living there and not in Switzerland.

If I’m pressed for details, I go on to explain that life in the UK is complicated on a relationship level.

Why is that?

At that point, I explain that it is impossible to have genuine communication between a person who says what he thinks and a person who says what he thinks you want to hear.

Believe me when I say that the person who truly says what he thinks is in a very tiny minority.

Most people don’t know what they think. They respond to how those around them behave. Not unlike sheep.

Take tattoos, for example. Goodness only knows why this has become such a fad in recent years, but I bet that a huge majority of people got a tattoo because someone in their entourage got one.

Beards. Another sudden craze. Did you grow one because it suits you or because everyone else started growing them?

BAAH!

So much for thinking for yourself.

“To thine own self be true,” as Polonius put it.

Difficult to do if you don’t know who you are.

So start by identifying the voices.

You know, the ones in your head.

Now which ones really belong to you?

By sorting out what belongs to you and what doesn’t: parental voices, voices of friends or not-so friends, co-workers….

Remove the clutter and then you can think for yourself.

It doesn’t matter if you got a tattoo or grew a beard or whatever crowd pleasing activity you may have indulged in, as long as you acknowledge that you were following the crowd and not yourself.

Only by checking those voices, those impulses on a regular basis can you eliminate what does not belong to you and find your way back to yourself.

If thinking for yourself is what you really want to do….

Have a great week and may your life never become an endurance test.

Love

Richard

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Synthetic Medicine

It always half angers and half amuses me when people talk about “traditional medicine.”

Traditional medicine in its true sense is what our ancestors practised for thousands of years using animals, trees, plants and roots and their extracts.

There’s nothing traditional about the popping of pills manufactured by huge multinational pharmaceutical companies that our current health system is based on and encourages.

Let’s be clear about this.

When doctors, the press and people in general talk about traditional medicine, they really mean synthetic medicine. For without the process of chemical synthesis, those huge pharmaceutical companies cannot register and protect a drug and make the exorbitant profits that they do.

You cannot put a trademark on something that exists in nature already.

Once you realise this, you can’t look at the current health system in the same way. It’s not based on what is best for the patient. It is based quite simply on making money.

There is a clear conflict of interest here.

How many times has your doctor suggested that you take a natural remedy and not a synthetic pill? Probably none.

And why is that?

Because doctors are actively encouraged by pharmaceutical companies to prescribe their products. In some instances they are even bribed to do so. Doctors may receive a significant financial kickback when they prescribe a course of chemotherapy drugs, for example.

A natural remedy is often much cheaper and has fewer or no side effects.

Everybody is always complaining about the rising costs of health insurance and expenses.

So why not do something about it and use natural remedies instead of synthetic ones?

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

The Most Humble of Commodities

Yes, what is it about loo rolls in what the BBC describes as “these unusual times?”

Diarrhoea isn’t one of the symptoms.

Brigitte suggests it may be for wiping off surfaces as it’s cheaper than kitchen roll, but loo paper has a tendency to disintegrate so it wouldn’t be the best choice.

Still, this is definitely the moment to go into details about this most humble of commodities.

My mother has two toilets in her flat and at any one time there are approximately twenty rolls of toilet paper in each toilet. She lives alone. (I’m talking about normal times. I don’t know what the situation is at the moment.)

Seems like overkill and B and I have laughed about this on more than one occasion.

However, I am of the opinion that good toilet paper appreciably augments the quality of life.

But so little of it is good.

I once discovered an excellent toilet paper in – wait for it – Rome, Italy, which is sold in very large rolls indeed. Back in Switzerland, I expressed my desire to the manufacturer of obtaining some, but I never got a reply to my request.

I also used some excellent toilet paper once on a camping site in France, but there was no indication on it which would have enabled me to order.

And then about four years ago, we went to a village called Mürren up in the mountains here in Switzerland for a few days and the hotel toilet paper was pretty good. So when I got back home, and was disgusted with the latest purchase of “high quality” paper from the local supermarket, I finally rang up the hotel and asked them where they got their toilet paper and they were kind enough to tell me.

Only slight drawback – industrial supplier so minimum order 280 rolls. But I went ahead and ordered them sometime in June 2016, put the two cases delivered by lorry in the garage and have been as happy as a sandpiper (or is it sandboy?) for these last several years.

However, it does rather put the forty rolls at my mother’s flat into perspective….

We still have some fifty-six of the order left. We changed the roll on Sunday morning and we have just changed it this morning (Friday.) So one roll last five days. This means that as we still have 56 rolls left from our order in 2016, we have enough for 280 days.

No reason to panic then.

There are only two of us, of course, so a family would need more. But panic buying them in bulk doesn’t really make sense.

Unless, of course, one has been searching for a really good toilet paper and finally found it….

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And there are other ways of cleaning one’s rear.

The Romans used small sponges which they dipped in running water. The sponges were communal which might have made it a less hygienic solution.

In the middle ages, they used rounded stones. Haven’t tried that. Don’t know how satisfactory it is. I imagine they washed them and re-used them as well. Communal stones?

The British cut up newpapers and used that during World War Two. My mother experienced that and survived to tell the tale. I smile, imagine being able to read the headlines on people’s butts, British newspaper print being notoriously shedding.

And I’m sure that now we’re in the 21st century with all our wonderful technology, we ought to be capable of coming up with a few more ingenious ideas if the world runs out of loo paper….

May your life never become an endurance test even with coronavirus about!

Love

Richard

P.S. I have just read somewhere that the average person uses 200 rolls of toilet paper per year.

Can this be true? The mind bog(gle)s.

If our consumption is one roll every five days, that adds up to 73 rolls in a year between two of us, or 36.5 each.

What are people doing with the other 160 odd rolls?

The Tree of Life (4)

As you may well know by now, I’m a fan of coconut oil and its many valuable uses.

Here’s a link to a clear and informative article by Claudio Caldeira at Glo Beauty which contains some unusual tips on using this precious oil:

Coconut Oil for Skin

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

Lunch Boxing

In an interesting article by Kelli Gardener from GroomandStyle.com entitled Eating at Home vs Eating Out, she talks about the fact that we often can’t choose the size of a restaurant portion and that pushes us to overeat.

I’ve been eating out quite a bit at lunch time in recent years.

Brigitte (my wife) works in a school about half an hour away in Yvonand and I often drive over and we go for lunch somewhere in Yverdon, which is the nearest sizeable town.

We’re lucky because there are a number of good restaurants in the area near the ice skating rink and parking is easy.

Something that was beginning to bother me though, was that we’d often take food home with us in cardboard or aluminium precisely because we didn’t want to overeat at lunchtime.

I’d order a pizza, for example, eat maybe two-thirds of it and then take the rest home in one of those take-away cardboard pizza boxes.

The sheer wastage of these pizza boxes, destined to be thrown away as soon as we got back home, started to get to me.

So rather than compromise and eat more than we wanted to, we got some varying sizes of food boxes and now we take home the pizza and other food portions in those.

It seems the perfect way not to overeat and act against wastage at the same time.

Of course, you have to wash the boxes after use and remember to put them back in the car and take them with you the next time you eat out.

Sometimes we forget.

In spite of this, I think we’ve managed to cut down considerably on wastage from eating out.

After all, there are only two solutions if you want to avoid overeating. Leave the rest on the plate or take it home.

If the food is good, it’s a waste to leave it on the plate. It will only get thrown away. It deserves a better fate than that.

We frequently get an extra meal in the evening out of a lunchtime restaurant portion with the result that eating out is not so expensive after all. It’s often little more expensive than buying a sandwich and I’d much rather have a hot meal – or two – for the same price or less.

So if you find that the portions in restaurants are overlarge, don’t hesitate to ask to take the rest home. You might feel awkward asking to begin with. You might even be afraid of what other people might think. But it’s a mark of respect for all the work that goes into preparing that food, from field to kitchen, and towards the food itself.

And if you bring your own boxes, you don’t even need to ask.

You can just put the food in the boxes yourself.

The link to Kelli’s article again:

Eating at Home vs Eating Out

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

Mental Clutter

Does your mind look something like this?

Well, here’s an exercise for the beginning of this year.

Write down all the recurrent thoughts that you have.

Doesn’t matter what they are about. Just write them down.

I mean the thoughts that keep on coming back over and over and have done for some time.

Let me give you an example.

A long time ago, I bought 10 coupons to go for a sauna at a local fitness gymn. There were 2 coupons left about five years ago.

Now I often drive through the village where the fitness gymn is situated and I’ve often thought that it was high time that I used up the last coupons.

But then I realised that I’d misplaced the coupons.

Now the thought became two:

“I really must find those coupons.”

“We really must use them up.”

More complicated.

I even looked for them once or twice without success.

I don’t know how many times I thought to myself that I must find those coupons or that I must use them up, but quite a few.

Finally, in November a friend came to visit.

As part of a general cleanup in preparation for his visit, I cleared off the piano in the living room.

Amongst the clutter, I came at last upon the coupons.

That got rid of one thought. Now we just had to use the coupons.

A couple of weeks ago, we finally got around to using them.

Great, I thought to myself. One less thing I have to think about.

Does this all sound familiar?

Physical clutter is easier to distinguish because it is physical. Mental and emotional clutter is more insidious and more difficult to eradicate.

Now I’m not suggesting a miracle cure for these thoughts that keep coming back to haunt us. You won’t get rid of them all in five minutes.

But I suggest you take a quiet moment to yourself to write down as many of them as possible.

Choose one that you can do something about.

Then do it.

That will be one less piece of clutter floating around in your mind.

Then try to do something about another one. And so on.

Don’t try to do everything at once. Just choose one at a time.

I guarantee you will feel better and you will have a little more space in your mental house to move around. Maybe even to think about things that you really want to.

Of course, if you’ve hung on to the thought for long enough, this isn’t quite the end of the process. It will leave a trace.

Now I drive through the village and think:

‘Thank God I found those coupons and used them up!’

Which is still a thought which doesn’t need to be there.

But at least it’s a positive one.

And eventually, I’ll be able to drive though the village and only think that occasionally or not at all.

It does, however, underline the importance of getting started.

The quicker you get on to these thoughts and resolve them, the quicker you can move on.

And the shorter the trace time.

I hope that 2019 brings you excellent health and your heart’s desires (as long as that hurts no one else!)

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

Midnight Positivity Ritual

I know I’ve talked about thankfulness before, but I think it’s worth reminding you about it again.

Here’s a little video from Mindvalley with a twist that you might find useful:

The ‘Midnight Positivity Ritual’ – How To Make Gratitude Your Default Setting | Dr. Srikumar Rao

I must admit that I don’t actually do this myself before I go to bed.

But I do first thing in the morning and during the day whenever I can.

I can’t stress this enough:

Being thankful is probably the most important habit to get into if you want to develop a positive mindset.

You may think you’ve got nothing to be thankful for, but if you sit down for a moment, I’m sure you can come up with something.

And then something else.

And then….

And just being thankful once in a blue moon isn’t good enough. You need to make it a habit.

‘We are what we repeatedly do,’ as Aristotle said.

And it’s not enough to think thankful, you’ve got to feel it, as the good doctor in the video says.

You may start without much enthusiasm, but that will come if you keep it up.

And you may wonder to whom you should say that you’re thankful.

It can be God, the Force, Father Christmas, your life compagnon, your pet or even just yourself.

Just do it.

It will force you to look outwards rather than inwards.

It will put all your troubles into perspective.

And I guarantee you’ll feel happier about yourself and your life and those around you will be happier with you too.

Here’s the video link again:

The ‘Midnight Positivity Ritual’ – How To Make Gratitude Your Default Setting | Dr. Srikumar Rao

Have a great weekend.

May you life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

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The Tree of Life 3

You may have seen the other two posts that I wrote about coconut oil on this site, The Tree Of Life and The Tree Of Life 2.

I just wanted to give you a heads-up about this article on BBC News:

Is Coconut Oil a Superfood?

The medical establishment has of late been trying to trash the idea that coconut oil is good for you.

Worse than butter for your heart, they say.

About the same as eating beef fat, they say.

The usual arrogance and ignorance.

So you’ll be pleased and reassured to read this article and see that an independent test comparing extra virgin coconut oil with extra virgin olive oil and unsalted butter proved the value of coconut oil in keeping ‘good’ HDL cholesterol up and ‘bad’ LDL cholesterol down.

It beat the others with ease.

Here’s the link again.

Enjoy, and have a great weekend whatever you decide to eat….

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love

Richard

Deciding What to Talk About – and Not

Floor mosaïque of gladiators, Kourion, Cyprus, photo: © R. C.Morgan

Families are rarely simple.

And with Christmas fast approaching, we will all have another opportunity very soon to taste the unfortunate truth of this.

Some people – a small minority, I think – have supportive families, but for many of us, this is not the case.

So here’s a small suggestion.

Before you go back to see your parents or your parents-in-law, or your sisters and brothers or your cousins or whoever, take a moment to decide what you are willing to discuss and what you are not willing to discuss.

Sound calculating?

Maybe, but you’ll thank me for it.

It’s a question of survival, of self-care.

You don’t have to tell Mummy everything.

I’ll say it again.

You don’t have to tell Mummy everything.

This might come as a shock to some of you.

Perhaps you’ve always communicated everything with your parents, siblings etc.

This is perfectly ok if said parents are supportive and do not judge you.

If, however, you are secretly dreading another bout of sarcastic and belittling remarks, not to mention more arguments, then you owe yourself protection.

And the best way to do this is to decide what and what not to talk about.

If you are in a couple, then you must spend time with your other half making sure that you are on the same wavelength about this.

It’s no good not talking about that wonderful but expensive holiday you had in October that you haven’t told your parents about because they always complain that you go on holiday too much and anyway where do you get the money? – if your girlfriend blurts out what a wonderful time you both had in Botswana.

Get your stories straight and stick to them.

Believe me, this is a vital step towards self-preservation and if you’ve never tried it, then I urge you to do so.

It’s not a question of lying to people.

It’s a question of setting limits.

Are there things that you’d rather keep to yourself?

Then do so.

For example, perhaps you’ve recently become unemployed and need some time to get things sorted out without having confusing and unwanted careers advice from the whole family.

You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to.

Just be very clear about what you are going to say if Daddy asks you about work.

In my experience, many people and unfortunately many parents, take information given to them and use it to hurt you either instantly or later on.

Don’t ask me why.

I don’t have children.

And I can’t understand the point of having them if all you are going to do is judge and belittle them. It doesn’t make sense to me.

Shouldn’t you all be playing on the same team?

Instead, some parents are toxic.

So change the parameters.

Learn to say to yourself,’I don’t want to talk about that and I’m not going to.’

If you just talk about the things you feel reasonably comfortable with, then this Christmas might actually turn out to be the simplest and least fraught with friction for a long long time.

May your life never become an endurance test!

Love,

Richard