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Surrendered Wellness and the Fine Line Between Fitness & Health
I just love thinking about the idea of Surrendered Wellness.
Bobby Rodriguez,
our guest on the Say Something Show (which is such a by-product of what we’ve been doing here at themoatblog – together – thanks to you guys for walking it alongside me and others!) brought the concept to my attention when thoughtfully/honestly contemplating the fine line between fitness and health.
To me, one of the coolest things about walking life’s roads together is that the people standing next to you, like a Bobby, have really given a lot of thought and time to something that is equally an issue in their own life as it is yours. And we can learn from each other. Draft off the legwork, but not in a parasite – but in a symbiotic way with our own thoughts that can often bring clarity to the one who has been digging out from 
One of the things we’ve been talking about around our house of late is mind-sight.
Mind-sight is a little something that involves seeing as well as hearing since it focuses on the way our minds picture situations. With me it can range from the way I see myself as I sing (or possibly dance) along with a song in the car (in my head I look good) to how I can feel SO less-than when I’ve forgotten to look at Attire on an invite and I show up casual to a Business (which in Dallas actually means cocktail/formal) event. My mind can trick me with with messages about identity and self worth that may or may not be true. (But my singing/dance-moves in the car is/look good – unless you ask the kids.)
Apparently, I’m not alone with mind-sight challenges.
Yesterday, when dropping off the kids at school, I said these simple words, “Wow, 
As the school year gets off to a start – I thought I’d share something that brought great joy (and a few tears, cue the tissues!) in our home over the weekend. In the shadow of the Olympics a little baking competition in Great Britain came to a conclusion. In the midst of societal chaos and hurtful banter, dignity & respect lived on the airwaves of public reality-television in an unlikely venue – a kitchen in a tent.
The Great British Baking Show offers an opportunity for amateur bakers to test their skills. Though many of the recipes and “bakes” (as they’re termed) land a little outside of our tastes here in the Texas (they enjoy loads of fruit in their cakes), a lot of it had our mouths watering and our oven pre-heating. Case in point, Sally baked us some Show-Stopper soufflés on Saturday afternoon, inspired 
On a recent drive down Florida’s I-95, I turned to the passenger riding shot-gun, “It seems kind of boring and ugly and sort of claustrophobic, doesn’t it.” Relentlessly guarded by a wall of trees, the road leaves a lot to the imagination.
“All of the above,” she replied, straining to see the beautiful sunset we had admired only moments before getting on the highway. “I can’t see the marsh anymore either.”
We were traveling from Savannah to catch a flight home to Dallas via Jacksonville. The towering tree line came with obstructed-view seating. All the colors, the birds and the beauty of the marsh-grasses emerging from their soggy foundation could only be glimpsed, every so often, through gaps in the towering line of trees.
“It’s funny isn’t,” I think out loud (car rides are nice that way – they beg for