Is your shopping trolley judgemental? What does it say about you?
Last Thursday I had the distinct pleasure of being subjected to a thorough medical examination by my GP.
The week before I had phoned him requesting a simple repeat of my blood pressure medication script. Unfortunately he declined my offer to lighten his load. He would not take my word that all was good and insisted that I present myself, after the obligatory blood test of course, for a “long consultation”
A lovely old chap with warm hands and a gentle touch he prodded and probed externally and internally for a good period of time. The good news is my blood pressure, cholesterol and prostate are all fine and dandy. Unfortunately I do need to have a couple more tests for diabetes and the odd heart flutter. Nothing terribly major, just precautionary.
My GP always insists on me jumping on his scales. What perverse pleasure he gets out of this I’m not exactly sure. While I won’t divulge my exact weight, the BMI scale (if it is to be believed) has me firmly in the obese category. Without actually mouthing the words “You are a fat bastard” the mixture of disgust and disappointment in his eyes said it all. So it looks as if I will be a little more thoughtful about what goes over the lips and into the tummy.
And all this starts at the supermarket.
Now to be honest I have in the past been quite judgemental of others when it comes to what I can see in their trolley. Many has been the time when I have tut tutted at the ridiculous quantity of fruit and veges that some people greedily horde for their own health benefits.
Not me though. I’ve always been a firm believer in supporting the farmers who grow sugar cane and also the scientists locked in their laboratories beavering away with their Bunsen Burners trying to discovery new ways to satisfy my artificial food colouring and preservatives addiction.
Yes, my diet may be unhealthy and yes it may no make sense but by cricky I didn’t get to where I am today just on good looks. A great deal of weakness and a lack of will power has had a little to do with it as well. This my friends may be a problem.
So where to from here. Begrudgingly I suppose I’d better listen to what the old Doc has to say. Exercise and a healthy balanced diet seem to be my only alternative to an early grave and since I’m determined to live forever there really is no choice.
So if you happen to see me loitering with my shopping trolley around the snack food section peering lovingly at the chocolates, chippies and lollies you have my full permission to firmly take a handful of my underdaks and pull them skywards atomic wedgie style. Feel free to follow this up with a firm slap to the face and advice along the lines of … “Go into the room of mirrors and have a good hard look at yourself”.
It will probably be the only way I learn!