The Swiss Cheese Theory of Life

The Swiss Cheese Theory of Life
Judith A. Belmont, MS, and Lora Shor, LSW
Premier Publishing & Media; 1st edition (October 21, 2011)
ISBN-10: 0982039891
ISBN-13: 978-0982039892

Don’t get stuck in life’s holes!

The Swiss Cheese Theory of Life is a book about resiliency. Using Swiss Cheese as a metaphor for life itself, you will explore ways to get through the holes rather than get stuck in them. Swiss is not like any other cheese – and neither are you!

This self-help health and wellness book is sure to delight and enlighten – with a thick-sliced sense of humor. While it is whimsical in style, it deals with many serious and universal topics that affect our everyday lives. We distill important concepts from many sources, slicing them up into easily digestible chunks of information.

After all, Swiss is not like any other cheese and neither are you like anyone else! This wellness book is about thriving in the face of life’s adversities, overcoming challenges, developing stress resilience, and making effective and long lasting changes for a happier life. Important training concepts are easily related through a light-hearted holistic approach that will touch your mind, body and spirit. Our expertise as psychotherapists and wellness speakers has reached thousands of people throughout the country – and now we want to reach out to you! Couldn’t everyone benefit from Swiss Cheese Life resiliency training to help them move through life’s holes instead of getting stuck in them?

Take The Swiss Cheese Theory of Life Challenge!

  • Are you trying to make changes in your life, yet you find yourself digging deeper into a hole?
  • Do you know better but can t seem to get out from under your unhealthy patterns or habits?
  • Do you often have why does this happen to me thinking?
  • Are you looking for happiness in all the wrong places?
  • Are you ready to make healthy changes in your life … physically, emotionally, spiritually?

If you answered yes to any of these questions help is here!

Judith A. Belmont, MS, is a national speaker and corporate wellness trainer, with over 30 years of experience as a psychotherapist. From college teaching to working with Fortune 500 companies, Judy uses practical, action-oriented strategies to get people through life s obstacles. She is the author of two professional books, 86 Tips for the Therapeutic Toolbox and 103 Group Activities and TIPS.

Lora Shor, LSW, is a psychotherapist, work/life consultant, and national speaker. She has helped thousands learn and implement resiliency skills and transformation techniques for happier, healthier, balanced lifestyle. Lora is an international consultant to Fortune 500 companies, the federal government, and non-profits, and also maintains a private clinical practice in the Philadelphia area.

Diagnosing friends and family

My Diagnosis
By Polly Frost
January 7, 2010

SCENE: Me, standing at a podium in front of a group of people sitting on folding chairs.

ME: Hi, I’m Polly Frost. And I’m addicted to diagnosing the personality disorders of my family and friends.

CROWD: Hi, Polly!

ME: It began innocently enough. I’d always analyzed the people around me. It was just something I did, quite naturally. My husband saw it differently. The people around you always do, right?

The crowd murmurs assent.

ME: He called it “picking people apart.”

CROWD (laughing): We’ve been there!

ME: It got worse, of course. This one night? Our friends, Evelyn and Martin, came over for dinner. Afterwards, I said, “Did you notice how often Evelyn put her fork down on her plate and stopped eating?”

My husband shook his head, saying, “Does it ever occur to you how weird it is that you notice these things?”

But I wasn’t listening. “She did it twenty-six times. I think she has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.”

While he dried the dishes, I walked over to our computer. I typed Evelyn’s symptoms into Google to see if I was right. Up came the websites:, Web MD, DSM, Weston A. Price Foundation.

CROWD: Uh-oh.

ME: Yes, that’s how it started. I happily informed my husband his mother was indeed the Narcissist I’d insisted she was since our wedding day. My own family had the entire gamut of Cluster B Personality Disorders. I couldn’t wait to email them about it.

Every time I met someone, I’d make my diagnosis, then check it against those websites. Then I started coming up with my own new personality disorders– ones the psych sites hadn’t discovered yet! The woman who roughly did my nails at the salon had Aggressive Client Resentment Behavior. On our trip to Hawaii, I pointed at the businessman next to us. “He has Plane Seat Hogging Disorder.”

My husband replied with, “I’m reading about the new Apple laptop in Wired.”

“You have Annoying Conversation Changing Disorder,” I informed him.

CROWD: Ouch!

ME: I know, I know. Dissing a man’s love of his Mac–nothing more dangerous. One fateful Friday, I was supposed to present my marketing proposal for a mini-mall our company was building. Instead I’d spent the last week preparing an elaborate diagnosis of my boss, Sarah. She was not amused to see my diagnosis of her Passive Disorganized Leadership Complex on the PowerPoint screen.

Even then, I didn’t heed the warning signs. I felt nobody understood how much I was trying to help them and took it to the streets. Soon I was living in a box, offering to tell people what was wrong with them.
CROWD: Oh, no!

ME: One day, I saw them, approaching me in a group–Carl, Evelyn, my mother-in-law, and my manicurist.

“We’re here to help you,” they said.

I said, “You’re about to do an intervention with me, aren’t you?”

They looked astonished. “You know?” Eva asked.

“Yes!” I said excitedly. “I have Intrusive Amateur Therapist Disorder! An intervention is the only way to help me. I know just how to do it.”

The three of them looked at each other. Next thing I knew —

CROWD: You were here.

ME: That’s right. In the Rehab Clinic for Out-of-Control Amateur Psychologists. Thanks to you, I’ve been able to face my demons. And I’ve been thinking about your demons, too!

CROWD: No, Polly, don’t go there!

ME: Take Dr. Nelding, our beloved therapist. You have Insistent Shrink Authority Disorder. And Alexa, my rehab mate, you have Shut Polly Up Syndrome, and —

White-suited orderlies approach the podium.

ME: Really, I was just joking! I have it under control, I really do. Now, where’s the cigarettes and coffee?

Polly Frost is a playwright whose humor has appeared in The Atlantic and The New Yorker. She can be found on the web at Polly Frost.

The True Story of the Garden of Eden

What actually happened that day in-a-gadda-da-vida (dontcha know what I mean?):…

Scene: Snake is flicking his tongue at a small mammal cowering under a leaf. Eve enters, Garden left.

Eve: Hey, Snake!

Snake: Wha? Who’s that?

Eve: It’s me, Eve!

Snake: Eve who? Eve Black? Eve White? or that other Eve?

Eve: Snake! Give yourself a shake, Snake! This is the Garden of Eden, remember? One man. One woman. One snake. No last names (to protect the innocent, namely Adam and you).

Snake: Oh yeah. Sorry… was thinking of a different play.

Eve: Okay, Snake… listen up. See this tree?

Snake (squinting, snake-like): um… I guess so.

Eve: Isn’t this the Tree of Knowledge?

Snake: If you say so, Babe.

Eve: Isn’t this the one God warned us not to touch?

Snake: Sorry… I overslept and missed that meeting.

Eve: Well, take my word for it… it is.

Snake: Whatever, Babe.

Eve: Well, anyhoo… Have you seen these things growing on the Tree of Knowledge?

Snake: Eve? Have you noticed that I’m like maybe one and a half inches tall? It’s kind of a stretch to look way up in the damn tree!

Eve: Stop whining… it’s a nice fruit. I think I’ll call it an apple.

Snake: Fine… whatever.

Eve: Have you ever tasted an apple?

Snake: Babe – try to stay with me here. I eat reptiles, small mammals like mice, the occasional bird, and insects. Do I look like the fruity type?

Eve: I don’t know the answer to that, I’m afraid. We haven’t even discovered heterosexuality yet….

Snake: Eve, don’t take this the wrong way, but you are one very strange dudette.

Eve: Thanks, Snake! I appreciate the recognition. Now listen… do you think apples taste good?

Snake: Eve! I eat mice and frogs! What the dickens would I know about fruit?

Eve: Well I think they would taste great. Do you think I should eat one?

Snake: What am I? Loblaws? Farm Boy? A&P? Suit yourself?

Eve: Okay I will…

Eve picks an apple and takes a bite…

God: WHAT THE??!!!?? Eve? Did you eat of the Fruit from the Tree of Knowledge?

Eve: It was Snake’s idea! I told him we shouldn’t but he insisted! Yikes! Why am I naked?

…and the rest of the story you know…

(c) David J. Baxter, 2003
All rights reserved.


Women are really from Mars – we don’t know WHERE men are from

Women are really from Mars – we don’t know WHERE men are from

We’ve known for a long time that men are more likely to be color blind than women. But as Amy Norton reports in this Reuters Health article, it goes way beyond that. Just as the Inuit people have many more words for snow than inhabitants of warmer climates, it seems women understand, really understand, many more words for “red” than do men.

A new gene study may help explain why she sees crimson, vermilion and tomato, but it’s all just red to him. In an analysis of the DNA of 236 men from around the globe, researchers found that the gene that allows people to see the color red comes in an unusually high number of variations. And that may be a boon to women’s color perception in particular, study co-author Dr. Brian C. Verrelli told Reuters Health.That’s because the gene, known as OPN1LW, sits on the X sex chromosome. Women have two X chromosomes, one from each parent, while men have one X and one Y chromosome. Because women have two different copies of the “red” gene, the fact that the gene can have so many variations means it may especially aid women’s perception of the red-orange spectrum.Verrelli, an assistant professor at Arizona State University in Tempe, and colleague Dr. Sarah Tishkoff report the findings in the American Journal of Human Genetics (September 2004)… He noted that past research into color-vision genes has focused largely on variations related to color blindness: The red gene routinely swaps bits of genetic material with its neighbor on the X chromosome, the “green” gene. Sometimes this exchange goes wrong and results in a defect that causes color blindness. An estimated eight percent of men are color-blind, while few women have the condition because the odds are they will have at least one good copy of the red and green genes.

But the new findings show that variations in the red-perceiving gene are beneficial as well, according to Verrelli. For the many variants to have been preserved throughout evolution, he explained, this diversity must have served a purpose. He and Tishkoff speculate that the gene variations may have been useful in humankind’s hunter-gatherer days, when sharp color perception may have helped women in their foraging work…

“Today,” Verrelli noted, “it’s not really that important.”

My guess is he hasn’t made a recent comparison between men’s and women’s clothing stores. Or noticed that most of us of the male persuasion have difficulty understanding why anyone would ever need more than about 8 paint chips.

gender gap, men and women, relationships, gender psychology