Nobody Has It All Together

Yeah, this is my family every Sunday. Why do we always think everyone else is totally put together and perfect?

What Do You Really Want?

On my recent journey to optimal health, I have had to ask myself that question a lot. It was hard at first, but now I find myself pausing and asking myself that question all the time.

We get so used to one way of eating that it just becomes a habit. Many times we don't even realize what we have eaten and how much. We eat to fill our stomachs, but how many times during the day are we eating as a distraction? As a way of overcoming fear, or feeling sad? Or just because we are bored?


If you are seeking a change in your life, first of all, you really have to be ready. Then when you are ready, start by asking yourself "What do I really want?"

When I started asking myself that question, these are the answers that came:

*I want to be around a long time for my husband and children.

*I want a healthy body so I can play with my children.

*I want to create good habits for myself and share what I've learned with my family.

* I want to look good for my husband. (actually I want to look like a sex goddess for my husband!)

*I want to be healthy so that I can serve my family and help other people. 


It's time to ask yourself!

( If you have questions about the program I have been doing, please let me know. I am not selling anything and would love to help anyone that is looking for optimal health.)

The Power Of Food

I eat used to eat a lot of sugar, like Buddy the Elf.

On my journey to health over the last 6 months I have learned a lot about food.

I have learned that I am a food addict.

I associate food with happiness, use it as a reward for myself and children and I think about it a lot.
 
  Here is what WebMD say's about food addiction:

"The idea that a person can be addicted to food has recently gotten more support from science.
Experiments in animals and humans show that, for some people, the same reward and pleasure centers of the brain that are triggered by addictive drugs like cocaine and heroin are also activated by food, especially highly palatable foods. Highly palatable foods are foods rich in:

Sugar
Fat
Salt

Like addictive drugs, highly palatable foods trigger feel-good brain chemicals such as dopamine. Once people experience pleasure associated with increased dopamine transmission in the brain's reward pathway from eating certain foods, they quickly feel the need to eat again.

The reward signals from highly palatable foods may override other signals of fullness and satisfaction. As a result, people keep eating, even when they're not hungry.

People who show signs of food addiction may also develop a tolerance to food. They eat more and more, only to find that food satisfies them less and less. 

Scientists believe that food addiction may play an important role in obesity. But normal-weight people may also struggle with food addiction. Their bodies may simply be genetically programmed to better handle the extra calories they take in. Or they may increase their physical activity to compensate for overeating.

People who are addicted to food will continue to eat despite negative consequences, such as weight gain or damaged relationships. And like people who are addicted to drugs or gambling, people who are addicted to food will have trouble stopping their behavior, even if they want to or have tried many times to cut back."

Isn't that scary?

Food is powerful. 

We are surrounded by food convenience. 

It is accessible at anytime, at any moment we want it.

As I have been learning to eat healthy foods, I realized I have been poisoning my body with all of the fast, convenient food out there. Even what I thought was healthy before didn't come close to the pure, good food I have been eating lately. 

On days that I am really struggling I will say out loud or too myself "I am stronger than food."

It's so true. I am stronger than food! I won't allow it to consume me anymore. To solve my problems or take away pain. I will use it to fuel my body and give me the energy I need. 

That doesn't mean I won't ever eat my favorite foods again....like Bajio or Cafe Rio Salads. Or doughnuts. Or Oreo's. I could just keep going and going because I have lot's of favorites. 

I will just eat them in moderation. I will think before I eat. I will make a plan before I eat out. I will show God that I appreciate and love this body!

Staying Focused

I have felt like quitting today. I just want to be thin/healthy and have it all over with already. But I know it is going to take a lot more work to change my habits and get this body in shape. 

I am getting there. 

I am doing it, I just need to keep going. 

It is so worth it. 

I know I am worth it. 

My Weight Loss Journey

I have been working on my health for the last 6 months. It has been a long hard road, especially the last month.

So, in order to motivate myself and get my head to stay focused on the last 10 pounds, I am going to start posting my progress on my blog.

I have to do something on a public forum (for all 2 readers of my blog!) that will get me to the end.

I started a program called Take Shape For Life January 2, 2013.

I have lost 47 pounds since then. 47 POUNDS! 

I never thought in a million years I could lose any weight and here I am, lighter than when I got married. It is all very exciting!

 I am really going out on a limb here and I'm going to post a before picture. Scariest thing ever, but here it is:

Here is my after picture:

It took me a long time to see a difference in myself physically, but when I started the program I noticed other changes in myself almost immediately. I felt stronger, my joints didn't ache, I stopped snoring, I could bend over and not get winded, I could scratch my own back and a million other little things that had affected me for years.

I want the way I am eating now to last a life time. I will eventually go into transition and then maintenance, but I will be eating differently for the rest of my life.

I have had a few very hard to get rid of temptations along the way. My two vices have been chocolate chips and almonds....or really any kind of nut. I crave those more than anything and I usually give into them. I need to eliminate those two demons so that I can stay on track and finish what I started.

I can do it!

I want to be healthy and active for the rest of my life. I want to be around a long time for my husband and kids. I am stronger than FOOD! I CAN DO THIS!

"Be of good cheer. Do not think of today's failures, but of the success that may come tomorrow. You have set yourselves a difficult task, but you will succeed if you persevere; and you will find joy in overcoming obstacles. Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost."

Helen Keller

Joseph's First Animation

This is Neal.

May I present, in Joseph's world-wide debut, his first animation. It's entitled, "Devour astronaut." Some art forms transcend words.

Another Year

It's hard to believe it has been 5 years since Erin passed away. I still have moments when it doesn't feel real, and moments of extreme emotion. I still think about her everyday and talk to her often. She is still my best friend, maybe even more than ever before. I miss you and love you so much Erin! NLYSYITM

Keri's Wedding

I had the privilege of watching my sister get married a month ago. It was a day I had always dreamed about for her. I first heard about a guy named Chris last summer. I was always skeptical because they met online and she lived in Utah, he lived in California. But guess what? They fell in love and now she's married! I am so thrilled for both of them! Their wedding was beautiful and so much fun. My family got to be together in the Temple for the first time in a long time and it was such a wonderful experience for all of us. Congratulations Chris and Keri! I love you both!

Chris and Keri got married in San Diego on March 5, 2013

My favorite picture!

Love this one too

The San Diego Temple is now one of my favorites

She looks so happy!

Coming out of the Temple as a newly married couple!

Aren't they so cute?

The Mayer side of the family

Goofy family picture!

Sweet sisters. I am sure Erin was there too.

Beach Bums

We just spent the last week in California. I have always been afraid of the ocean, but my kids LOVED it. The water was really cold, but that didn't stop them from diving right in and going out as far as they possibly could. I was of course super paranoid and would call them right back, but I loved to watch them play and play to their hearts content. The beach is such a wonderful place.

Defending Scouting's Honor

For those of you who don't know, the Boy Scouts of America is almost ready to bow before the incessant pressure placed upon them by LGBT groups and allow gay leaders and youth into the program. As a current Scoutmaster and lifelong fan of Scouting, I feel that the time has come to rise to my Organization's defense. They're making their final decision tomorrow, so I decided that they at least need to know how I feel.

To any of my Gay and Lesbian friends out there: I'm not a hater. I'm really not. I accept everyone regardless of their behavior. But please don't confuse my acceptance of an individual with an acceptance of their behavior.

Here's what I said:

I understand that the BSA has a big decision to make--one that could affect all those of us involved in Scouting. I'll admit that I don't usually use my voice during times like these, but when it comes to this issue, I simply cannot stay silent. There's too much at stake.

I strongly urge you NOT to repeal your own decision to keep homosexual adults and youth out of the Boy Scout program. Your decision to do so will fundamentally change everything we hold precious about Scouting. 

Please know that I believe, along with millions of other Americans, Boy Scouts, and Boy Scout Leaders, that the practice of homosexuality is aberrant, perverse, and immoral. Acceptance of openly homosexual individuals into the program is a stamp of approval on that behavior. If Scouting were only about acceptance and inclusion (which, or course, it is), then I'm all for it. But Scouting is about so much more. If Scouting were only about inclusion, why do both our Scout Oath AND Scout Law center on behavior? Do we need to omit the word "clean" from the Law, and "morally straight" from the Oath, just to accommodate the raucous cries of special interest groups? 

The issue at stake is not exclusion or inclusion. The issue is this: Is homosexuality wrong? If you honestly believe the answer to this question is no, then I would understand a decision to repeal. But if the answer is yes, then the path to take should be obvious.

The fact that homosexuality is so wrong is only one of my concerns about allowing such a dangerous influence into Scouting. Welcoming homosexuals also opens the door for using Scouting as a tool to push the LGBT agenda. BSA could become yet another platform for pushing their message to the world. And what might come of that? A chapter in the Boy Scout Handbook about the choosing your own gender? New camp songs about how much fun it is for Boy Scouts to act like Girl Scouts? An LGBT merit badge? If we let this hurricane through the levees just a crack, we're opening ourselves to the entire flood tide. Scouting is an organization for boys--NOT a political platform, and because this issue has so much political momentum, it could become just that.

I'm also deeply concerned about the effect this could have on individually chartered units. I understand that, in making your decision, you will not force chartered organizations to accept gay leaders and youth into their programs. But if you change the policy, that opens the door for LGBT groups to attack chartered groups on an individual basis. And when they focus on smaller groups, it will be easier for them to pressure us. For example, as one of the charters that will NOT accept the LGBT agenda into our meetings, does that mean that we can now expect to cross picket lines in order to start our meetings? Does that mean that smaller charters will have to bow to the pressure just because they don't have the numbers or resources to practice Scouting the way they believe is right? Without the backing of a National Council, the individual groups will be so much easier to pick off… one by one.

I'm not saying that making the right choice will be easy. It rarely is. You have already shown remarkable poise in taking a stand against something that is so fundamentally wrong, and I respect and admire you for that. I only ask you to show the same bravery you've shown for so long.

Please have the courage to choose what is right before conceding to enormous pressure to do something wrong. That kind of courage is exactly what has made Boy Scouts of America, and our United States of America, so strong.

Thank you,

Neal Jenks

Scoutmaster

Troop 1413

Provo Peak District

Utah National Parks Council

How Did It Come to This?

"Obviously, I miscalculated a few things." So begins one of my surprise-favorite movies from 2011--Limitless. The movie opens with a scene close to the end. Bradley Cooper's character Edward Morrow stands on the ledge of his penthouse apartment, ready to plummet to his death, while a group of thugs try to break down his front door. As it is with movies that start at the end, the viewer is left to wonder: How did it come to this?

That's the exact question I asked myself around 3:00am Saturday night--shivering, spitting, wrapped in a dirty tarp, and massaging a lump in my chest that felt more and more like a grapefruit as time seeped by.

The first thing you should know is that I have a history with Scout Klondike Camp. The last time I'd attended, I was a sniveling, ponderously wussy 12-year-old. On that occasion, I somehow believed that I could safely pass the night under a frozen sleeping bag and above a thin layer of tent canvas, wearing nothing but wet clothes. Fortunately, at 6 am, other Scouts discovered my condition and started a fire that saved my life. There's nothing like a little hypothermia to make for the longest night ever. 

So when I agreed to be the Scoutmaster for our local Troop, my subconscious almost immediately started preparing me for Klondike, Part II. And I was prepared for this one. I really was. I bought equipment and clothing. I attended cold-weather training. I packed and dressed appropriately. In short, I was ready for anything. So… how on earth did it come to this?

Everything went fairly smoothly Friday afternoon. I bumped off work early, made final preparations, met the two Scout parents and their two sons, loaded everyone's gear into the back of a truck, and left for District Klondike in Payson Canyon. We arrived, loaded our gear into a large cargo sled and three smaller plastic sleds, hiked a half mile to our spot, and set up camp. Our site had a pavilion--which meant a lot of clear, level ground instead of four feet of snow--and a long picnic table, which made set up much easier. Simple, right? I even remember remarking jovially to everyone, "This is too simple!" You ever notice how nothing EVER goes simply after you say something like that?

For dinner we had some fabulous Son of a Gun stew, prepared by the Assistant Scout Master's wife. I took my second-to-last bite of stew, wondering flippantly if I'd burned enough calories to justify eating this much. 

That's when it happened: A perfectly normal-sized, normally-chewed piece of beef caught in my esophagus. 

No dig deal, I thought. I've had acid reflux for years, after all. Hundreds of pieces of food have lodged uncomfortably down there in the past. But it passes to the stomach. It always passes.

An hour passed. I tried drinking water but threw it right back up. I tried relaxing, spending time alone, pacing--all the stuff I normally do to get that bit of food rowing gently down the stream. But still nothing happened. I attended the evening activity: A scavenger hunt of sorts where we joined the other Scouts and looked for glow sticks in the snow. The discomfort in my throat was swelling, but still I thought it'd pass. 

And still the discomfort grew.

I started getting desperate. I prayed several times, as I usually do when this happens, but my prayers steadily grew in fervency. Finally, for the first time ever, I tried gagging myself with my finger half a dozen times. But even a turned-over stomach couldn't dislodge the beastly piece of beef that had now dug in for the long haul. Nothing was going in or out.

At 11:00, I found cell reception, called Shannon, and immediately regretted it. I admitted to her that I had a "problem," and Shannon ended up getting as little sleep as I did that night while she literally worried herself sick. Now I had her sanity to worry about as well as mine.

Quixotically, I tried settling down for bed around 11:30, and ironically, that was the warmest I'd ever been on a winter campout. But I spent the entire time oscillating between bouts of claustrophobia brought on by the tightening sensation in my chest and coming close to choking on my own saliva. Finally, at 1:00 am I threw in the towel. To avoid waking my tent mates, I groped in the dark as silently as possible for anything that would help me survive the night outside and left the cozy tent for good.  

I spent the night sitting on the picnic bench wrapped up in a tarp half-asleep, or walking up and down a hill half-awake to stay warm. At times I dozed off, only to snap awake, throw up whatever saliva had accumulated in my throat, shiver, and force myself to get moving in order to pump blood to my extremities. I probably walked a few miles that night, stumbling around on the snowy trails, faintly able to make out shapes and movement (All that groping around in the tent couldn't produce my glasses), and trying to convince my over-wrought brain that the creaks in the forest weren't nearly as insidious as they sounded. Throughout it all, the swelling sensation in my chest continued to grow.

As in all survival situations, the mind game is the most challenging and critical aspect. My mind kept assaulting me with the what-ifs--i.e. what if this monster in your esophagus never leaves, what if Shannon worries herself sick, what if I'm never warm again, etc.--and I kept beating them back with thoughts of my children, my home, my warm bed, and a loving God who I knew was still there, who still loved me, and who wanted me to pass through this trial and see another day. More than anything else, though, thoughts of my wife piloted me through that dark and frightening night.

After almost seven of the longest hours of my life, I finally swallowed my pride, awoke everyone, and announced that I was in trouble.

I know it was incredibly stupid not to just wake everyone up and end the party earlier. The Scouts' parents made that fact very clear to me at least five times afterwards. But what can I say? I was cold, I was exhausted, I was uncomfortable, and I wasn't thinking clearly. And since I knew I'd need to leave when dawn finally arrived, I at least wanted them to have a good night's rest before I ruined the rest of their Klondike experience.

The monster in my esophagus decided to get his last kicks in during the ride home. By the time we arrived, I was in some serious hurt, but there was no time for a respite. Shannon whisked me away to the emergency room, my children quietly sobbing in the back seat, asking if I was going to die. I told them that I was 100% sure I wouldn't but had a hard time making myself sound convincing as I bit back on tears of fatigue, frustration, and pain.

ER took their sweet time prepping for my procedure. I spent two hours sitting around on a gurney, wearing snow pants, boots, a hospital gown, and a very haggard expression. I filled up a sickness bag with spit, tried not to cry around my family, and wondered if I'd ever feel normal again.

At long last, they wheeled me to another room, put me under the influence of anesthesia (the first time I'd ever experienced that kind), and I awoke five short minutes later, the monster in my throat gone at last. I went home, drank way too little, climbed into bed, and finally awoke again around dinner time for my first real food and water since before my ordeal.

It's all over now, except that Shannon needs more recovery time than me, I think. I'm on a soft-food diet for two weeks until they stick a balloon down my throat and expand my esophagus--a procedure I've put off for far too long.

Until that time, I'm left with the same lingering question: How on earth did it come to this… again?

I still don't know why, but I'm grateful for what lessons I did glean from one of the most miserable nights of my life. I learned that Heavenly Father loves us, even and especially when we suffer. I learned that we can't ignore our own mortality. Instead, we need to listen when our bodies tell us something is broken. I learned to swallow my pride and lean on other human beings when in sincere need. I learned a healthy respect for all of mother nature's forces. And I learned, with a little more clarity than normal, just how much my wife and kids mean to me.

Still (for those who recognize the movie reference), Klondike is my Eleanor. From now on, I'm giving it a wide birth.