Time for a change...

I have been sick for over three weeks now.  I haven't been to the doc yet (as I mentioned previously, no insurance), so I can only guess at what this is:  Cold, flu, bronchitis, walking pneumonia, typhoid? 

The illness has been both a blessing and a curse.  The curse is an obvious one - I am tired of coughing up lung cookies big enough to bark or meow.  Pretty soon I'm going to start naming and giving them bowls of kibble.  I have been some variation of tired and sick for so long that I don't remember what feeling good feels like.  The blessing is that being endlessly ill is what inspired me to start this blog.   

A few days ago I was reading my latest copy of 'Body + Soul' magazine.  If you've never heard of it, I highly encourage you to pick it up.  I love this magazine enough to marry it.  Here is their website:  http://www.wholeliving.com/ .  Anywho, I was reading an article titled "The Best Medicine".  It is a clarion call for reform of health care here in the United States; the premise being that we spend much more (money, time, energy, focus) on treating illnesses than we do on preventing them.  As I was reading it occured to me that our own health care system, and our expectations of what our doctors are capable of,  are making us sick.  We have not trained our collective brains, or our national psyche, that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.  We fail to exercise, we drink, smoke, and, probably worst of all, fill our bodies with meals that are so chock full of fakery that we can barely call it food.  We abuse ourselves because our doc can always give us a pill, or a stint, or bypass, or another pill to deal with the side effects of the first pill.  Unfortunately, however, those are extremely poor substitutes for the real deal - good health.

Ahh, look at me up there on my soap box.  I'm yakking so much that I've almost run myself out of time to actually work out.  Time to put my money where my mouth is....

Updated:  I danced.  I put Lady Gaga in and danced my badonkadonk azz off (hopefully literally).  I have no idea how many calories I burned but MAN was it fun!  I hadn't danced like that in years!