Category: Health
Just do it!
| March 15, 2012 | Posted by Corey Feldman under Health, Local, running |
I hate quoting Nike because they make aesthetically pleasing shoes that I always want to buy and are always too darn narrow for my feet. But I truly love the sentiment of that add campaign. I have always applied that philosophy to my parenting, work and over the last year I have done the same with my running. Today is the day I start applying it to other areas of my life.
I know this isn’t going to be as easy to do as it is to say. I used to run. I started in 5th grade, joining the track and cross country teams, and I ran through most of High School. I thought of myself as a runner, then one day I didn’t. I would pick it up again here and there, but it was never a regular part of my life, not the way it was in my childhood. Don’t get me wrong, I was physically active for *most* of my adult life. I did martial arts, swam, lifted, rock climbed, but I didn’t have a regular long lasting running routine. I never made the choice to stay with it. That is until about a year ago. I made a different choice. It was hard. Last spring when I first started running, I would run from my house to Goya, catch the Cabin John Trail and take it out to Tuckerman Lane. If you are local, you know that isn’t very far – less than two miles (about 1.75). For a long time, that was as far as I could go, I would make it to Cabin John Mall then have to walk home. But I kept at it until I was running the whole loop. The more I – just did it – the easier it became. Then suddenly I was running 6 miles. I remember the first time I came in from a 5 or 6 mile run and had so much energy left, I said what the hell and threw on my “first” loop as extra credit. I can’t fully describe the sense of accomplishment. Now I run between 8+ and 12+ miles at a stretch. I *just did it* for long enough that is has become my routine. Today is the day I apply that to the rest of my life.
My first trip to the ER
| March 12, 2012 | Posted by Corey Feldman under Family, Health, Kids, Parenting |
OK it wasn’t MY first trip to the ER (I was in an out more times than I can count as a kid). It wasn’t even either of my boys first time in the ER. I was at work the time Elijah needed a staple in his head and Josh needed his chin stitched up. Oddly enough I was conducting training with the same group of managers for both events when I got the call from Melissa that she was on the way to the ER with one of the boys. I swear next time they are on my training schedule I am bubble wrapping my boys. Anyway, this was the first time I brought one of my kids to the ER. Man it was rough. The whole weekend was rough actually. Melissa was doing a Yoga workshop, and was gone Friday night, Most of Saturday and Sunday morning, and I had/have a raging sinus infection. Don’t get me wrong, other than the ER visit it was a lovely weekend with my boys. We had a lot of fun. I also have a new appreciation for Melissa who on countless occasions has had to parent sick while I was stuck at work, or on business trip. Parenting when sick can be a thankless job and hard to really be present. But she has always managed to do it, and do it well.
So its Saturday evening, Melissa was home from Yoga and we had just gotten a firewood delivery (yeah I know it is March – but we are set for next year). Melissa and the boys helped me stack the firewood in the back yard. It was so cute, Josh and Elijah, would each carry a small piece, down the side of our house to our backyard and the firewood rack. They were great little helpers. They were also very dirty. Melissa knew I was exhausted, so she offered to do bath with the boys and put them to bed. So she sent Josh and Elijah upstairs to get ready. Neither of us saw what actually happened, but they ran up the steps and Elijah was screaming when they got to the top. Elijah is not a a crier. He is a tough little guy. When he does get hurt, he get up pretty quick. This time he was inconsolable and wouldn’t really let us look at his arm. After an hour we were all cleaned up and Elijah was still crying. We had been debating back and fourth about an ER visit and decided to go about 5 minutes before the Pediatrician called us back.
I was putting shoes on Elijah when he called. I must say, the doctor called it with a Nursemaid’s elbow. I have to say, I didn’t think that was it. For one thing, he wasn’t complaining about his elbow much, it was more the forearm. And for another, that type of dislocation injury is usually from someone pulling on a kids arm, though it can happen when they break their fall. We kept asking Josh if he pulled on Elijah or fell on him, and he said no. Elijah kept saying he didn’t know what happened. Now he is also never been one to NOT tattle on his brother, so I am going to have to take Josh’s word for it.
So I take him to the ER. Fortunately it was a quiet night and we didn’t have to wait to long. The Dr. mentioned Nursemaid’s elbow but was hesitant to think that was it, since he had more mobility than expected. Also Elijah was complaining about his forearm and not his elbow. X-rays were ordered. Holding my child while he is being X-rayed is something I hope I never have to do again. Elijah couldn’t move his arm in the direction they needed it. We tried multiple different angles, but there was no way to hold his arm into position without causing him A LOT of pain. I don’t think I ever heard him scream so loud, including the time he had his hand stuck in a heavy door. Having to hold his arm in place through his screams was horrifying. I don’t think he is scarred by it, but I sure as heck am…
The X-rays came back clean and the doctor said it was Nursemaid’s elbow after all. So he took his arm and essentially shoved it back into joint, and Elijah screamed, but not as loud as he had during the X-Rays. It was amazing. He had been practically inconsolable for over 2 hours and within 2 minutes, it was like nothing had ever happened. He gobbled down the Popsicle the doctor gave him, was laughing and flirting with the nurses. It was an amazing turnaround, like nothing had ever happened. Kids are beautifully resilient, I wish the same could be said for parents!
Mississippi voting on amendment to declare fertilized egg a person – WTF
| November 4, 2011 | Posted by Corey Feldman under Health, Political, Rants |
Currently the state of Mississippi is voting on an amendment that would declare a fertilized egg a person. No, I’m not kidding – this amendment would define personhood as “every human being from the moment of fertilization, cloning or the functional equivalent thereof.”
They want to call a fertilized egg a person? WTF? This is a nothing more than a reckless attack on women’s reproductive rights. Full disclosure, I am pro-choice, but come on! A fertilized egg, a person????!!!. OK Mississippians, before you vote on this, ask yourself this question. You walk into a burning building and you see a 6 year old child and a container clearly marked Human Fertilized eggs. You can only save one. Would you hesitate before saving the ACTUAL child? Think on that at the voting booths.
What drives me?
| October 17, 2011 | Posted by under Family, Health, iPhone, Parenting, running, writing |
I was reading one of my favorite blogs http://dialmforminky.com, and Stephanie was discussing what drives her http://dialmforminky.com/2011/10/what-fuels-me-besides-starbucks-you-mean/ I have been giving this topic quite a lot of thought myself lately and I haven’t really been able to quantify it. So I am attempting to do what I always do when I am trying to figure something out -write and/or talk about it until it makes sense in my head. So this post is pretty much stream of consciousness, lunch break therapy. Please feel free it skip it if you are looking for well organized and written prose. But then again, if that is what you are looking for, this is probably not the blog for you anyway.
Today I am feeling a bit lost and I realize I have lost sight of the forest through the trees of me. Too often I identify myself with the things I do, the metaphorical trees I plant. But it is all too easy to forget I am bigger than any one of these things. At various points in my life, I have been driven by different desires. Puffing up my already over inflated ego was certainly a long running theme. The ego thing still rears its ugly (but admittedly effective) head. And maybe that is healthy to a degree, in a take pride in your work kind of way. Today it is my kids more than anything else, that drive me. But I spend more time parenting employees than I do my own kids. Ultimately though, I know the hours and work I put in are for my family. My kids are my world, but I am also more than a parent. I have outside hopes and dreams, wants and desires. Like Stephanie, I have a need for creative expression. A need that sadly is rarely satisfied. My creative writing, with the exception of sporadic blog posts, has fallen away. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem or story.
I think for me, what drives me in large part is tied to how I define myself. I define myself as a parent first and foremost. I always knew I wanted kids, but I never knew how much it would change me. It became my center, but still not all of me. I have also always defined myself as an athlete and runner. For many years I wasn’t, but it never stopped me from thinking of myself in those terms. It was the realization that myself image was out of whack with my reality, that has pushed me to run again and consistently. I have been using Facebook and an iPhone app to help drive that change. I track all of my runs with Runmeter. Its Facebook integration helps me keep it real, so to speak. I’ve gotten to a respectable distance, now I just have to work on my speed. I want to think of myself as a runner, so by posting my running statistics in a mostly public fashion, I force myself to stick to it. Now there are plenty of other reasons I run. It is time to think, it feels great, reduces my occurrences of migraines, and it is doing wonders for my fitness. But the thing that drives me to run, is the desire for an internal and consistent self image. The goal being that eventually I will run regularly, not just because I want to think of myself as a runner, but because I truly am. I am starting to feel out of sorts when I don’t run, so hopefully I am moving in that direction.
I have thought of (and tried) ways I could do something similar with writing but I realized today, I no longer define myself as a writer. It seems odd to say out loud. I went a lot longer without running than I ever did without writing. But there it is. If I never publish “that novel”, I will be OK with that. Heck if I never write another short story or poem again, I would be OK with that as well. But if I no longer define myself as a writer, how can I address the desire for creative expression? I can’t paint or draw a straight line. I’m not much of a photographer. Yes, I could still write, and maybe someday I will take it up again, but in the mean time I have lost a large part of how I define myself in regards to creativity. But I need to remember, creativity goes beyond any single creative hobby or actions. I am creative in the ways I solve problems at work, parent my children, fix things around the house. But is that enough… I don’t know. There is something missing in regards to a creative outlet, and outside the context of writing, I’m not sure I know how to find it.
5K race, heartbreak, walls, clicks and other ramblings
| September 27, 2011 | Posted by Corey Feldman under Family, Friends, iPhone, Judaism, Kids, running |
So I ran my first 5k race since High School. Interestingly enough it was at my old high school on a modified version of our Cross Country course. Right before the race, a fellow Alum asked me what my goal was. I replied, to not embarrass myself too badly. I didn’t, and I actually did better than I thought. Partly because I usually run by myself, so I do think I ran faster with the “competition”. But I also I realized my iPhone App, Runkeeper isn’t properly tracking my runs, it listed the 3.1 miles as only 2.93. I believe this is because the course at Bullis turned in on itself in several place, and went through a wooded trail (Oh Puke Hill, you weren’t as big as I remember, but you were still painful.) The run was similar to my neighborhood workouts, I’ll pop into cul de saqs, up and down dead ends, and weather/light permitting, I’ll take the heavily wooded Cabin John Trail from Goya to Tuckerman. I don’t think the GPS is capturing my full distance, making me appear slower than I actually am. Not that I am still not painfully slow compared to High School but I am getting there. And as a wise friend frequently reminds me, it’s the journey, not the destinations.
After the race another dear friend of mine asked me how it went. When I explained that I ran faster than I thought, she quipped that she would set a personal speed record just getting “the heck out” of her old high school. I have to admit, I understood the feeling. No matter where you were on the popularity spectrum, high school is painful. I think that is where most of us really learn to build walls, to varying degrees of height and depth. The walls are a survival mechanism for the countless intended and unintended hurts we all give to one another. But sometimes I wonder if those walls do more harm than good. Do we make ourselves into the proverbial bubble boy. When we do let things/people through, are we that much more raw/fresh/immune comprised….
I say high school is when we learn to build the walls but in truth it goes back much further. Partly for me, high school sticks out because I went to the same school from 5th trough 12th grade, so it is all kind of blurs together as one school/experience in my head. But I know it went back further. I have some clear memories of early childhood. One in particular I have never forgotten. I was 5 or 6 and some little kid wanted to play with a group of us. I don’t know why but I didn’t want him to play with us so I taunted this poor kid relentlessly until he went home crying. I never forgot the look on his face. I can also remember being on the other end of that type experience. Sadly, I am now starting to see it with my four year old; and it is HEARTBREAKING! Josh is a very social kid, and has a lot of friends, but even at 4 you start to see clicks form. There are two boys in particular in his class, who really don’t play with him, then a third who seems to go along with the other two when they are around. Josh must have told me 10 times last week how these three boys would not let him play Super Power Rangers with them on the playground at school. So my first thought was excellent, two of those boys aren’t particularly well behaved and well and I really don’t want you to know what Super Power Rangers are anyways, hence why the little TV we watch is PBS. Then I saw his hurt, and I just wanted to hold him and squeeze the pain way. But that hurt is nothing compared to what I have seen at Shul lately. There is this girl, she is a year older than Josh (he digs the older girls) so she is in kindergarten and is no longer in preschool with him, but he still sees her at Torah Tots on Shabbat, and Josh just LUV LUV LUVs her and she is just plain mean to him. He looks at her all googly eyes and tries to talk to her, and she just ignores him or worse, tells him to go away. IT IS PAINFUL. This is one of the most social, friendly and emotionally intelligent 4 year olds you will ever meet. I have no doubt Josh will do fine in life. He is everything I mentioned before, plus handsome, athletic, and has an amazing mind. I know in life he will have his heart broken and I have no doubt he will break his share of hearts, but it pains me to know the walls start forming so early in life.
Does it take two to Tango?
| January 28, 2011 | Posted by under Family, Health, Home, Kids |
Last month I wrote a post called Out of the mouth of babes. In this post, I explained how something my 4 year old (well almost 4 at the time) said reminded me of an important life lesson; you can’t fix people. The crux of the post excerpted here:
Without going into too much detail, my wife and I have been dealing with some drama on her side of the family. This drama has created a great deal of stress in our lives. Sadly, part of this stress is self inflicted in that that we keep believing that unhealthy people will start acting, healthy – that there is something we can say or do to help them understand, change and grow. But the reality is we can’t. You can’t fix people. One of my New Year’s resolutions will be to remember that conversation/Axiom.
I received a very nice comment in this thread, as well as several others off-blog. The other day someone posted a less flattering comment/question.
Corey it usually takes 2 to Tango and i’m not sayin’ your wife’s family isn’t part of it but family situations are always complicated and never 100% black and white this side right that side wrong or anything. not sayin’ 50-50 in your case who knows but your post implies you guys need no kinda fixin’ at all???
doesn’t count to say “part of this stress is self inflicted in that that we keep believing that unhealthy people will start acting, healthy – that there is something we can say or do to help them understand, change and grow. But the reality is we can’t. You can’t fix people.” that’s like sayin’ “sorry if you were offended by what i said back there.” that’s no apology and no responsibility taken on yourself. it’s an artifice.
no cracks in that mirror? none? i’m just askin’ man.
I started to draft a biting response, drizzled with, OK soaked in, sarcasm. Then I realized it was a fair question based on the idiom that it Takes two to Tango. It is after all a well know expression that often rings true. Never one to shy away from self-reflection I decided to look at the question and answer it in this post. I will do my best to address this question without publicly airing more dirty laundry than we are comfortable. But before I go into what, if any responsibility we share, I’d like to examine the foundation of the question; does it Take two to Tango.
The idea is simple, conflict exists due to the action of two (or more) parties. Without both parties, there is no conflict. While on a purely reductionistic level, I suppose it is true, but does the implication of some blame on both sides necessarily hold up under scrutiny? I don’t think it does. To get a jump start on Godwin’s Law, for those who ended up in Concentration Camps based on their race or religion, are they truly contributing to the conflict? How about people who are beaten or killed for no other reason that their sexual orientation, do they contribute to the violence perpetrated against them? When a woman is raped, does she share in the blame? And yes, I know my sarcasm is creeping back in, and for the sake of clarity, these are rhetorical and intentionally hyperbolic questions meant to emphasize the absurdity of blaming a victim.
While the above examples were extreme (though sadly all too common), I have not necessarily found more “run of the mill” conflicts to be disproportionately of the shared blame variety. I have spent most of my adult career in Human Resources with a large role in employees relations, conflict resolution and investigations. Granted by the time it escalates to my level, it is usually beyond your minor personality type conflicts. While I have certainly encountered plenty of the “It takes two” kind, I would never go into an investigation with that assumption.
In fairness, the author of the comment did say “usually” and was specifically referring to familial relations. But does this match the reality of a world where domestic violence is commonplace. Where drug and alcohol abuse destroys lives. Where even a mother can murder her own children. Again, extreme, but hardly consistent with the notion that it is “never 100% black and white this side right that side wrong”
In regards to the comment “that’s no apology and no responsibility taken on yourself. it’s an artifice”, my post wasn’t meant to be an apology. Ultimately grown adults are responsible for their own behavior and actions. I won’t tolerate the excuse that “[insert name] made me do it” from my children, I’m certainly not going to accept it from supposed adults. You can’t control other people’s behavior, only how you react to it and if you choose to allow it in your life. That was what I was taking ownership of.
Tensions between me and Melissa’s family have been there since the beginning of our relationship and I am willing to bare my share of that responsibility. I know that that when I am uncomfortable I tend to shut down and I can be perceived as cold and unfriendly. But there was an incident about 18 months ago, for which I can honestly say I take no blame. Someone put their hands on me inappropriately and aggressively, after which we decided this person would no longer be allowed around our children without either Melissa or I present. This restriction has led to the ongoing drama I alluded to in the earlier post. Melissa’s family has reacted to our choice for our children with ongoing unhealthy and destructive behavior towards us. We realize we can’t change their behavior nor can we fix them.
Out of the mouth of babes
| December 27, 2010 | Posted by under Family, Health, Kids |
The other day Joshua and I were playing with his toy tool set. He was walking around with his screwdriver and drill, and I was telling him what to “fix”. After “fixing” every major item in our living room, Josh looked at me and ask “What else can I fix Abba.” I promptly stuck out my foot and said, “Here you go honey, fix my foot.” He looked up at me, scrunched his face and reminded, “You can’t fix people Abba”
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a quick post on healing . Without going into too much detail, my wife and I have been dealing with some drama on her side of the family. This drama has created a great deal of stress in our lives. Sadly, part of this stress is self inflicted in that that we keep believing that unhealthy people will start acting, healthy – that there is something we can say or do to help them understand, change and grow. But the reality is we can’t. You can’t fix people. One of my New Year’s resolutions will be to remember that conversation/Axiom
In which my heart broke
| December 14, 2010 | Posted by under Apple, Health, Home, iPhone, Kids |
There was a Daylight Saving Time bug in IOS that was screwing up recurring alarms on the iPhone/iPad. So before Apple fixed this issue I started using a 3rd party app, Nightstand Central. 
Even though the recurring alarm bug has been resolved, I kept using it. Basically I preffered waking up to the sound of the ocean to the stock IOS alarm sounds. But to get the nice sounds, you have to leave the app open before you go to bed. It does have the option of a background alarm that runs even if the app is closed, but I don’t like its default sounds and I hadn’t enabled it.
Last night I forgot to open the program, so instead of waking up to the sound of crashing waves this morning I got Joshua telling me he needed to go potty. Now on the one hand that was awesome (I won’t bore you with the trials and tribulations of our potty training…), on the other, I missed my morning workout. Now I did get to spend some extra time with Melissa and the boys and I got to drink my morning coffee in bed instead of on the treadmill. But I really love the routine of my morning workouts and I can’t make it up tonight due to other commitments.
Anyway on to the heart break. Normally when Joshua gets out of bed, I’m well into my workout, unless its a weekend. Needless to say, he was a little confused, he even asked me if it was Saturday or Sunday and if he could spend the whole day with me. Of course my heart melted into a sad, warm and toasty buttery goo. I told him I would love to spend the day with him but I had to go to work today, but I am off tomorrow, and of course we will have lots of time together this weekend. He just looked at me and said, I want to spend the whole day with you because we don’t spend enough time together. Ouch!
Healing- what it is and what it is not
| December 7, 2010 | Posted by under Family, Health, Home, Rants |
Lately, I have had a visceral reaction to the word heal. I know this seems silly. What could be wrong with healing. Who doesn’t want to be healthier. The problem is, it is so often misused when it comes to emotional health. Acceptance, forgiveness, these are wonderful concepts, except and until they become a means of repeating unhealthy cycles. True healing is a wonderful thing, but it is not supposed to be about wiping the slate clean. If someone has wronged me, my wife and/or kids, holding on to that anger does no good. But letting go of that anger, does not mean forgetting it. There is an old saying, you can’t unscramble eggs. To me healing is not and should not be about trying to unscramble eggs, or worse, pretending they were never scrambled in the first place. Healing is about making an omelette. You don’t like omelettes? Tough shit, you should have thought about that before you choose to take a wisk to eggs.
The flavor of emotion
| October 18, 2010 | Posted by under Coffee, Family, Food, Health, iPad & iPhone App Review |
Sunday morning I posted pictures of my morning coffee. I did so, mostly because I made a silly reference to the idea of Coffee Sunday in my first and hopefully weekly iOS Wednesday post. If you’re a longtime reader, or know much about me, you probably know I love coffee. I love the taste, the smell, and the way it sharpens and focuses my senses. Now as I mentioned in my Confessions of a Coffee Snob post, most days I just don’t have time to make and/or sit and enjoy spectacular coffee. I have a hard enough time dragging myself out of bed and down to my makeshift gym in our basement. Most mornings, I happily settle for a decent cup or two of Keurig, K-cup brewed coffee. Now when I do have time, typically Sunday mornings, I really want to savor the experience. So for a few minutes I sit, try and quiet my mind and just experience the coffee. And that is just what I did on Sunday, for about a minute. I was savoring the aroma and the dark notes that accent the flavor of truly good espresso, when I suddenly remembered a time when I couldn’t stand the taste.
About 20 months ago, I experienced some emotional extremes. We suddenly and unexpectedly lost my mother the day Elijah was born. I was up, I was down, I was sleep deprived and generally a mess. One of the things that really struck me at the time, and I had nearly forgotten about, was how everything tasted funny (sort of). Nothing tasted different per se, at least not in an identifiable or quantifiable way. It was as if everything was flavored with something subtle and ineffable. That “flavoring”, for lack of a better term” did not play well with coffee. Certain things, coffee in particular, just tasted wrong. I don’t recall when things started tasting ”right” again, but eventually they did.
I’m curious if anyone else has had a similar experience – powerful emotions altering your tastes in someway. Did you start hating something you loved, or love something you hated? Did it last?



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