I'm writing this one standing up. It's my latest new health kick. Iv'e been reading tons of articles these days about how harmful excessive sitting can be to both your physical and  your mental health. Apparently, sitting isn't all that natural. We're just used to it because we've been trained to do it from an early age. One article went so far as  to say, "that if a cave man had been forced to sit for 8 hours a day, he'd have been dead in a week".

So, I've been standing up a lot more. It takes some getting used to it, but it's actually starting to feel pertty good.  I stand to watch TV and eat, etc. until I feel like sitting down, then I sit.  And I feel fortunate that i play an instrument that I can stand and walk around with while I practice it.  I used to do that instinctively in high school.  I remember my mom asking me why and I didnt' know.  Now I think was because it was more comfortable and helped me practice longer.

I also have a new Jawbone which is simply a high tech pedometer. My goal is 10,000 steps per day, but htat's pretty easy since I work out a lot.  I've had it since February 6th, I think, and have been over 12,000 steps several times already!

I thought about getting one of those treadmill desks, but now I think that's going overboard. I still want to be able to sit down whenever I want. I'm just trying to cut back from about 15 hours a day to about 6. And to never sit more than an hour at a time.

The best results so far are that my hip pain is practically gone and my mood seems a little better.

My only problem is that i don't have any "team members".  Everyone else I know has a Fitbit which is what I was trying to buy, but the shelf was mislabeled. When It ook it back, I realized that the Jawbone was much better looking.  lol. So, if you've got a Jawbone and want a buddy, please don't hesitate to look me up!

I always had a feeling that my depression, insomnia and loss of finger coordination were related.  I just didn't know how.  So for years the plan was just to do everything I could think of to attack all three from all sides.  I first tried prayer and  religion. Then therapy, antidepressants, herbs, vitamins, diets, exercise, and yoga. All seemed to help a little, but not enough. I gave up alcohol, cut back on sugar, drank 10 glass of water a day and avoided aluminum products on my skin and my cookware. Message, acupuncture, acupressure, sleeping pills.  Not all at the same time, of course.  And there's more. I tried cold showers (as a type of "shock therapy"). I heard that  doing head stands was supposedly good for curing depression, so I would do ten minutes a day. I even tried eating dirt (not off the ground, but the expensive kind they sell in health food stores and call "clay", but still tastes like dirt). And for the coordination part, I must have learned at least 25 different finger exercises.  Great party tricks, but never did the trick.

All that to say I was pretty desperate.
 
There were a few things that I thought about but didn't try, though.  An orthopedic surgeon offered to surgically correct the falling tendons in my fingers.  That would have been a very costly mistake, I think.  Then there were the botulism toxin injections when I thought I had a focal dystonia. And a psychic told me that my troubles were caused by a curse created by the hate from "hundreds of people I didn't even know". She offered to burn some white candles that would protect me for $50.

I always thought that if I regained my coordination,  that the depression and insomnia would just go away, but that hasn't exactly been the case.  It's better.  And because I know it's not responsible for wrecking my music career, it doesn't freak me out as much.  But I would still like to recover completely.  I have revisited many of my earlier therapies.  And I realize that depression is a serious and life threatening medical disorder, so of course, I'm getting medical attention. But a new therapy seems to be helping that along this time around. 

Gratitude. 

It's something I first learned about several years ago on the Oprah Winfrey Show.  She swore up and down that keeping a gratitude journal was one of the best things she ever did for herself. I sort of ignored the suggestion, though.  It seemed too simple for a problem as large as mine.

But it is huge.  I think it's because it tends to reverse our genetic tendency to focus on troubles and problems.  I say it's genetic because I believe we're all decendants of the cave dwellers who survived because they paid more attention to the saber toothed tigers than the water lillies.

But in today's culture, that translates in to hating your fat legs and taking for granted that they can get you wherever you want to go whenever you want. But with the journal, I realized how much I had been taking for granted all these years.  At first, I wanted to cry with shame. I felt like I had been thumbing my nose at God.  I pray every day for forgiveness.

So, two pieces of advice to anyone struggling with this horrible disorder. 1) Tell your doctor and 2) make an effort every day to express appreciation.  Because when you can acknowledge and truly appreciate your blessings, it takes a lot to get you down.  But if you take everything for granted, then nothing in the world can pull you up.

I’ve performed at two more churches since my last blog
entry.  Once at Unity Unitarian in  St. Paul, which was another full program of flute solos with an  accompanist.  And once at Spirit of  Hope in Golden Valley, where I played one solo and got to enjoy my very first  experience “jamming”with a spirit band!!   I’m going to have to insist that  all my students perform in church.   It’s so uplifting.  It’s  great to play for such an appreciative audience and it doesn’t have to be  perfect. But it helps a lot if it  sounds like you mean what you play.
 
Obviously, I still have a ways to go. My lips are  a lot more out of shape than I had previously realized. But I’m practicing quite  a bit. And that fact has taught me
something about motivation.  I am  now convinced that human beings simply have a genetic aversion for
futility. Seriously.   When my fingers were out of control, practicing was frustrating torture.  I had to make myself do it. Now, I can hardly wait and I can’t stop once I  start.  And when I do stop, I think  about it. If I want motivated students, I need to make sure they have the  information and the strategies they need to reach desirable goals.  It just might be as simple as  that.
 
Just for the record, my fingers are still a little numb, but not  interfering with coordination.  I
think it’s called “peripheral numbness” and it’s more annoying than anything  else.  They test that by  blindfolding you and touching you lightly with a cotton ball or something.  But it’s getting better. 
I’m confident I’m headed for a full recovery.   I read in a chat room that the nerves regenerate at 1mm per month or some  outrageously slow pace.  So, it  might be awhile.