I’m exhausted today and I can immediately pinpoint why: I haven’t been religious about my allergy medication.
I haven’t been formally diagnosed with specifics mostly because my physicians in the past have been like, “Oh, well, here is some nasal spray. Doesn’t matter what it is, just shoot it.”
I’m kinda over the whole “just take medications and fuggetaboutit” attitude of the mainstream docs lately. They just want to alleviate symptoms but not address the problem. But making me scratch my face less really doesn’t solve anything. What about the other facets of the issue at hand?
This little discussion can be applied to any ongoing problem, including (appropriately enough) what true health means. There are the assumptions:
- Thin = Healthy
- Fat = Walking heart attack
While the perception of what “thin” and “fat” is on a sliding scale, why don’t we take Me.
Loricious is approximately 180 pounds, standing about 5’3.5? inches tall. I’m a Caucasian with ancestry spread all over Europe with the glaring exception of England and Spain. To sum up my appearance in three words: Good Breeding Stock.
With the exception of one single doctors appointment in 2008, my physical health has been excellent. Low blood pressure, good cholestrol, healthy lungs. I smoked for a long time, didn’t have the best of eating habits, and was sporadically “active”.
I have never been told to lose weight. Ever. Even when I was a college junior tipping the scales at 220 pounds and smoking a pack a day.
Loricious v.2010 is much healthier. I haven’t smoked since February 2008, I’m down 30 pounds since September 2008, and I’m physically in alright I-can-walk-and-jog-a-little shape.
But why am I still 180 pounds? Sooner or later my weight will catch up to me. I could likely stand to lose another 30 pounds let alone the 60 pounds recommended by The Powers That Be.
I know “dieting.”. I even know it’s twin “lifestyle change.” I’ve even passed off all this because I want to be “healthy.”
But what does that even mean?
Recently I’ve realized that health means more than the physical, that if I continue to only look at eating and exercising as a means to be the healthiest person possible, I’ll fail.
And I’m *so* good at that. I’m also *so* over failing.
Hence the search for the intangible. My mind and my spirit. As discussed in previous entries, I’m finding that the more I practice strengthening my mind and my spirit, the more barriers I bust down to get my physical aspect in alignment.
I know why I’m fat: I eat too damn much. Period. And I still struggle with getting a grip on it. Once the wave of compulsion hits, I’m only just beginning to really work with how to fight it AND accept it. Meditation is a huge thing for me, spiritually and mentally. Starting to write again is also very beneficial for my mind.
I think that the more we embrace the concept that we are 3 dimensional, that addressing the Trinity is the key to our completeness, the more likely we’ll stop turning to the quick fixes for our bellies.
Being fat is just a symptom folks. I’m ready to really start digging into the real problem. How about you?
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