I hated to go and see him for two reasons. 1) I don’t have anything to complain about – not really. 2) I didn’t want to find out I had caught or developed anything that would require surgery or the insertion of his personal digit into my personal space. But my dislike of pain is greater than 1) or even 2). So today I went in and talked over my ‘issues’ with my doctor.
I told him about my aches and pains and wondered if I had expectations that my chubby, 44 year old body just couldn’t live up to.
We discussed the areas where I have pain and the nature of my fatigue. The short version was that I needed to stop running 3 days a week. In fact he thought running was a bad idea for me at any time. He said I needed a ‘low impact’ cardio workout, something that didn’t shove my legs up into my torso or my torso down onto my legs is probably more accurate. He suggested biking, swimming and the stair master. He actually agreed with me that I am getting older. As a result he suggested I also change my diet. “Sugar and sodium are not processed very well at your age and this can lead to fatigue…” Hmmmm. So the great $5 deal on a giant slice of pizza and a bottle of Pepsi isn’t a healthy lunch? Turns out my favourite ‘power lunch’ is actually a major contributor to my afternoon fatigue.
A quick check of my normal diet looks like: tea, sugar, salt, tea, sugar, salt, tea, supper, sugar, tea, tea, salt, sugar, bed time, a little more sugar. Who knew this was a bad plan?
He’s recommending a small lunch and no snacks. Crap. “Salad” may have been mentioned. “Cottage cheese” maybe. This is a tremendous blow to a guy who, when he was twelve, would start family get togethers at the dessert table, hit the main course and then come back to the dessert table to clear off what was left and managed to lose a pound or two during the process.
I don’t care for the pain, which he assures me will clear up in under 2 weeks if I behave and turn to another form of exercise. But changing my diet. *shudder* I’ve got to think about that.