So, I went to the doctor today for a checkup and was given a clean bill of health. I'm actually supposed to be going every three months and since my last visit was in July last year, I guess I was a little overdue A friend asked me why I had left it so long and I (half-) joked that I didn't see the point of spending all that time and money to undergo a battery of tests only to be told that I'm fine.
But it wasn't until I actually got to see the doctor at the end of it all that I remembered what the real reason was, as I got the standard lecture about how I wasn't taking care of myself. She told me (and I am deadly serious as I write this) that I could eat as much vegetables as I wanted and drink as much water as I wanted, but no meat, no cakes, no candy. No soft drinks. Oh, and no alcohol. People who know me even in just passing are probably already rolling around on the floor laughing and know full well what my response to all that was.
A friend of mine recently sent one of those jokey emails that fly around the Internet on the back of a million CC:'s, especially around this time of year, and while it was amusing enough in itself, the closing paragraph really made me smile.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO-HOO what a ride!"
I'd love to know who originally wrote this (Google turns up heaps of variations, usually with a martini/strawberries/whatever in your hand) but what a great image, sliding in to home base at the Pearly Gates (or whatever the equivalent is in the Other Place) like that
I'm doing my best
Have a fun Christmas season, drink much eggnog and be merry!