Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Robert Butera, PhD, Erin Byron, MA, and Staffan Elgelid, PhD, PT, co-authors of the new Yoga Therapy for Stress & Anxiety.
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We live in an era where most of our time—including so-called "leisure time"—rests in the shadow of ongoing demands. Pressure from bosses, family, and our own internal agendas creates a climate of continual stress within the body-mind complex. There has been a loud buzz about "stress management" for decades as experts teach us how to relate to our busy lives. Although the last thirty years of discussion has taught us to "manage" stress,
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Anxiety. Just the word makes me tighten up my shoulders and lose my breath. More and more people are realizing and admitting to their experience with chronic anxiety. In a fast paced and depend-on-yourself society, it’s not hard to imagine why this unwelcome experience and condition is flourishing. We’re losing our breath. We can’t relax. We’re bombarded and overwhelmed with task after task with no one but ourselves to rely on, and we’re just waiting for the moment when things will finally fall apart. Are you feeling it? That monkey on your back? The weight on your shoulders,
I took a simple stress test today and was told by this test, “You are basically addicted to stressful states, and your health is at risk.” That was it. No words of wisdom, no encouragement for what I might do to remedy this addiction. So basically they let me know I have an addiction, I’m abusing myself, and my health is going in the pits. *Thanks for that.* I was left more stressed than I already was to begin with.
If you’re wondering if you’re too stressed, best guess is you probably already know the answer to any sort of stress test before you take it. I pretty much did in a not so abrupt and unsupportive way. Distracted thoughts, interrupted sleep, procrastination,
I'm a bit late, but welcome to September!
Even though we haven't officially landed into autumn, we've crossed into that grey area now that Labor day has passed. We're creeping into a new seasons and all the signs are there. I don't pay much attention to fashion rules, but was once scolded by someone when I wore white shoes after Labor Day. I guess that's a rule? Hm. Beyond fashion faux pas, here in Minnesota the air is turning crisp and apple-picking has begun (my tummy thanks whoever left the bushel to share here at work). All of this autumn-in-the-air feeling makes me think of a line from Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail: "Don't you love the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies.