Grief

What Laughter Is Teaching Me...

I’ve always been easy to laugh. My Venezuelan cousins teased me as kids because they’d make up silly jokes that even they didn’t think were funny, and I thought they were hilarious.

It’s almost as if the child in me was tapped into the inherent joy of their silliness rather than getting caught up in what ends up being our adult, intellectualized funny/not-funny pre-requisite for allowing ourselves to laugh.

A Mother's Grief Became A Daughter's Weight Problem

Over the past few weeks, I've been blogging about the fact that our ancestors’ experiences got passed down to our generation, along with the color of our hair, our height, and our general personality traits.

Today I want to share the story of a client who inherited her mother's recipe for a lifelong battle with her weight. 

We'll call my client Rose.

How Ancestral Wounds Affect Your Life

Last week I shared with you that in Family Therapy there's this cool tool we use called a Family Histogram. 

Doing my own histogram helped me discover that my great-grandmother's forbidden love for my great-grandfather, their illicit affair, and their early deaths leaving my grandmother an orphan, had affected my life in ways I hadn't realized before.

Grief = Asthma. Stress = Eczema. A reminder to slow down and observe our emotions.

I got my Masters Degree in Counseling in 2003, and my certification in nutrition coaching in 2006. In other words, I've been immersed in the field of health, emotions and food for some time.

So when I woke up with eyelids nearly swollen shut a few weeks ago, I was perplexed. 

What could have brought this on?