Take my advice!

No, I don’t want to lose weight. Like everything else about me, at 47 kilos, or 101 lbs for those of you still living in the stoneage, my weight is perfect and I haven’t gained a pound since I was a teenager. The truth is, I suffer from obesophobia.

Now I know that might trigger the more portly among you, but there it is… I’m a fattist, and I’m smug, as well as being exceedingly healthy. I am never, repeat, never ill. No colds, no flus, no nausea, no pains. I’m living proof of the power of mind over matter. I believe the body is a self-healing organism. Unless we bypass its natural self-repair process by poisoning it with pharmaceuticals, I'm convinced that we can live in health until we die.

I rarely give advice as I don't believe anyone ever takes it. I know I don’t, but my peak physical and mental fitness make me more qualified than most to preach to the rest of you. So listen, because I’ll only say this once, stay away from doctors, don’t take pills of any kind, and if you do happen to be diagnosed with some condition, get a second opinion.

The WHO estimates that iatrogenic injury accounts for 2.6 million deaths annually. You’d be better off asking the fella in the local chip shop to make a diagnosis.

My father was once diagnosed with 2 hernias in his groin, costing 1500 euro each to repair and necessitating a 2 or 3-day hospital stay. I took him for a second opinion, and he was found to have only one hernia that was repaired in two hours and required no stay in the hospital. I rest my case!

My recipe for peak mental fitness is not to live in the past, never to worry and to try to see the funny side to everything. I know the current fashion is to put down to some past trauma anything and everything that ails you, but I say trauma be damned! Learn and move on. To me, revisiting trauma is like picking at a scab. And worrying is futile. If you take care of the present, you'll find that the future tends to look after itself. As for finding the funny side of things, that's never a problem. We do live in a clown world after all.

Oh, and by the way, if I had to buy Mr. G a birthday gift, it'd be a tape for his Walkman with me telling all my best jokes. Just so he could test the mute button on his new earbuds, you understand. In return, I would ask for nothing, for I am the woman who has everything.
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience
prompt asking ^{" Do you want to lose weight and be healthier? If you were buying me a birthday gift what would it be and why? Then...what gift would you want from me, for your own birthday, in return? and If you had to give three physical health tips, and three behavioural tips, for a better life what would they be and why?}

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