For NaPoWriMo day 13 – Cheap advice from fortune cookies (or opinionated health-obsessed friends).
I see that you are eating cake?
Is this quite wise my bosom friend?
Resist it now for your health’s sake,
Or you may meet a sticky end.
For every day I take great pains
And to the health store, many trips
Just Super Foods and ancient grains
Are all that ever pass my lips.
Well, “are you free?”, I hear you say.
I’d love to come, but alas, no.
I’ve got the marathon today…
The channel swim; a week or so.
But if you are about at dawn,
We love to cycle ‘neath the stars,
Tight Lycra shorts are all that’s worn.
We never ride with amateurs.
What? It that wine? It can’t be true!
I thought you so much more than this!
Defile your temple thus?…poor you.
You have my pity…not my kiss.
You have to go? Oh what a shame,
I so enjoyed our little talk.
A parting hint in friendship’s name…
Why don’t you leave your car…and walk.
I am growing tired of endlessly hearing about “healthy living”. The current trend of toning the body to Greek god like proportions does not strike me as a healthy pursuit but more as an unhealthy obsession.
The people who direct all their energies towards the goal of living to some ridiculous old age only to spend their entire lives denying themselves anything remotely pleasurable, for fear of the negative impact on their magnificent bods, makes me weep.
While I do not intend deliberately to eat and drink myself into an early grave, I will certainly not hesitate to enjoy the good things in life if they come my way. I would much rather share a cup of wine and a rich meal with friends than throw a dampener on any gathering by declaring at the start that I am only eating salad, or make acid remarks throughout the meal about the torments that the chicken endured before ending up on my horrified dinner companion’s plate.
Life, is for living and at some point it must end. What a waste to wallow in a pool of tears or throw up our hands in horror when something pleasurable comes our way. We know the world can be a horrible place at times but I can’t see any benefit in adding my self-indulgent tears to an ocean already overflowing with grief.
If I can’t change the world, then at least I can try to change my little tiny part of it. I can be a friend, I can try to be a listener, I can try to lighten the moments with laughter and conversation, share a meal and I can look for opportunities to be kind where I can. We can all do these things. We can also be “joy black holes”, sucking the joy out of life (ours and others). I know what I would rather be.
A store of lovely memories that will last you a lifetime is far more wonderful than six-pack abs, which, no matter how hard you try, won’t. So to live a little you have to spend a little. A little of your time, your heart or your wealth. But I would rather be a little on the chubby side with friends and happy memories than live to 99 alone on water and organically grown kale.