If you haven’t ever heard of the band VEGASUNDERWATER, then the title of this post will not be as singable as it is for those of us who knew of them back in the day.
I will be the first (and most knowledgeable) person to say that I have not (and still do not) taken the best care of myself as I have advanced in years. When I needed to make friends with Jenny Craig, I was out roaming the back alleys with Little Debbie.
And it shows.
One of the spinoffs from this are the medications I am given by my primary physician in order to assist me in keeping as healthy as possible. I take medicines for a stent I had placed in my heart (a blood thinner, which I am currently not taking due to an upcoming dental appointment this week), I take medicines for reducing the cholesterol in my system (which hates me because I keep putting more back in), and also medicines for other purposes which I may or may not go into in this blog.
For now, let’s stick to the generality of the fact that I have recently decided that I take too many medicines. I understand what every single one of them do, even their general method of action, and I can explain what they are for in comparison to my overall health. That doesn’t change the fact that I am taking a lot of pills every single day.
I feel that this is a turning point for me, at least there’s an opportunity for one. Realization and acceptance are the first steps to fixing a problem in life and I acknowledge that there’s a problem. My new problem is what I need to do in order to start remedying the issue.
I know this all falls to adjusting my diet. I know this. Knowing something and doing what is necessary to fix the issue are two different things, especially when you are dealing with someone with little to no willpower. I mean, Little Debbie wiggles her finger at me and I’m all hers. Normally.
Now, I have to try to find that point where I can turn down things like cakes and other things I love. Some people say to imagine all of the things I get for being healthier and living longer. Doesn’t work, as I tend to think logically and I understand that my imaginings are just that. My imagination. I could imagine flying, but it won’t happen just because I lose weight and come off of a few medications.
I’m looking for that one thing, that one thought I can focus on that emboldens my willpower and makes me less likely to hop in the car with Little Debbie and ride off into the sunset.
When I find it, I’ll let you know what it was.