There is nothing more terrifying than being 42 years old, looking at your own blood test results, and immediately realizing that you could have a heart attack and die at any given moment.
Even though my doctor’s note on the results promised that we will be having a very serious discussion about my numbers at my next appointment, I didn’t need to wait for her to explain why. The numbers are bad enough for me to get a clear picture of what’s going on with my body, without it being explained in layperson-terms.
I am currently a Type 2 Diabetic. I already know I have high blood pressure and high cholesterol. I take medications for those conditions. Even so, my numbers are scarily high and every indicator suggests I very well could be at death’s door right now and not even know it.
Not only that, my chronic iron-deficiency anemia, which I thought I conquered years ago is back. There are also some indicators that there may even be some liver or kidney related issues lurking in the mix.
To make matters worse, non of this has anything to do with the fact that I have a condition, which requires major surgery and will only get worse, and cannot be operated on unless I lose a significant amount of weight.
Basically, it would come as no surprise to anyone in the medical field if I suddenly drop dead today.
That’s a horrifying realization.
I have my fair share of problems. It’s been a rough year. Money is tight. My goals all still seem way out of reach and I’ll probably be single for the rest of my life. I probably should be miserable, but frankly, it still feels like this is the best time of my life. I have THINGS I want to do.
I have awesome people I want to meet. I have interesting places I want to go. Plus, I heard the other day that space aliens are most likely real and already made first contact, and I’d like to live long enough to meet them… and I definitely don’t wanna die before One Piece ends!
So, what am I going to do about it?
The answers to that question are pretty clear:
1. Starting now, I am drastically changing my eating habits
My little ninja blender is currently in storage and I’m going to try and excavate it from the storage unit so that I can make healthy, green smoothies for breakfast and lunch every day. Dinners, from now on, will also be a carefully calculated affair. That means, no more impromptu trips to the 7–11 for snacks. No more Chinese food multiple times per week. No more sugar. No more living almost purely on processed foods. No more Friday night chicken wings from the supermarket deli.
2. Start Working Out Seriously.
I have an awesome co-worker who agreed to be my accountability partner, and she referred my to a really cool place that has a workout regime that is user-friendly, varied in intensity and focus, and non-judgemental. I’m scheduled for two free sessions there next week and then then recommendation was to start going three days per week and build myself up from there.
3. Drink a Lot More Water
I definitely don’t drink enough water, and I am constantly dehydrated. This is the easiest thing to fix,so I’m starting right now.
There you have it, the basic gist if my plan.
I’m at the starting line and well aware this is a process that will not yield overnight success. This is no crash diet or Biggest Loser contest. This is a long term, deliberate change of lifestyle and mindset. My life sort of depends on it.