Three months ago, I faced one of my personal demons and joined my HMO's Best Life Wellness Program. I wanted someone to unequivocally tell me the thing that have become obvious during the pandemic -- that I have let myself go and that I have hastened dying. The lab work was swift, but the preliminary diagnosis was not precise. I was referred to specialists and was not given any prescriptions by the GP. She gave me typical health advice: low-calorie diet and active lifestyle.
It has been three months. I did follow the doctor's advice. I can already see and feel the difference. It is clear that I would have to do these changes not for any immediate health goals, but for the rest of my life. No biggie. I think the changes are reasonable and beneficial, so I do not need any convincing. It would have been nice if I have someone to do this with, someone I can be accountable to, but it really is a personal journey. Everyday I have to decide that I will stick to the plan even if I do not see any progress. I have to choose health over instant gratification. And if I slip up, I have to be kind to myself and own my actions, so as not to waste any time beating myself up and overthinking where I went wrong.
This is not priming. This is living. This is loving myself. This is honoring The One who gave me this life. This is showing the other 1.2 billion that I am the fittest in the lot and I deserve to be here.
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