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DAVID BENTLEY'S WEEKLY COLUMN |
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WHO DO WE THINK WE’RE FOOLING?
Okay, raise your hand if you get nervous before your annual physical. Umm humm, I thought so. And who eats extremely healthily for a week or two prior to your blood draw? Yep, me, too. It’s like a couple of weeks of good eating cancels out every bite of junk food consumed all year. The same goes for exercise. Somehow a couple of weeks of moderate aerobic activity is supposed to make up for being a couch potato over the last 11.5 months. Who do we think we’re fooling? Knowing I was visiting family in the region of my birth, which is known for frying nearly everything and covering it with rich sauces and gravies, my doctor scheduled my physical for a month after my trip. He also "suggested" the weight loss he expected to see by that date. When my trip was over, a nice salad of organic greens dressed with balsamic vinaigrette sounded appealing. I took a few extra walks (not my usual strolls). I ate veggies and fruit, cut out carbs (including desserts), reduced my cheese intake, and substituted small handfuls of unsalted nuts for other snack foods. Finally the blood sample was taken, and the day of my physical exam loomed ahead. Arriving a few minutes early, I discovered my doctor attending to an emergency. That gave me plenty of time to complete the obligatory history, meditate, think happy thoughts, and even grab a few winks on the waiting room couch. When the moment of truth arrived, I slipped into the hospital gown affectionately known as the amazing buttless wonder, and waited nervously. The doctor came in, asked some questions and began to poke, prod, tap and listen. When it was over, everything was in good order. I’d lost the prescribed weight. My blood pressure and lab results were acceptable. Nothing required biopsy, and I received a six-month reprieve before my next weight check. All that worry for nothing!
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