At a recent training workshop for people who intend to instruct movement classes for older adults, the course conductor told us that it took her years, as a 30+ year Qualified Exercise Professional to get off her high horse and begin to tell her clients that exercise is not a weight loss program.  She admitted it took her a long time to be able to share this truth. I pondered.  I admitted.  In my day, I had used exercise for weight control.  Indeed, I had. Eventually, I shared my admission on a facebook post to my friends. It generated some interest, and a few people even stopped me in town to discuss it. A friend who I play cards with had read my post.  They were baffled. "When I was young, I ate lots and I ran, and I was as skinny as a rail.  Now, I am gaining weight and I think I need to be more active." I kind of stumbled.  This made sense.  It was hard to argue the point, but I still believed my newly learned position about the re...

Dum Spiro Spero - while I breath I hope, I live, I move.  This is my Clan Motto, so it is only natural that I am drawn and dedicated to the beauty of of our breath. Many clans and other historical characters have also sensibly adopted the motto .  Our breath is our first and final possession. And nothing is closer to breath than movement.  It pulls the wasted CO2 from the depths of our extremities and flushes it through the lungs and away, so our splendid O2 can enliven our way, our fingers, our limbs, our organs, our brain.  Yes, the heart is the pump, but the lungs capture the miraculous  molecules and release them to our body, the ultimate nutrient. Recently, I studied the practice of movement for people with compromised lungs.  It is an absolute truth that movement is beneficial for everyone, even people who must carry their O2 with them, or who only have a portion of their lungs, working on their behalf, as they breathe and live. Fear can impe...