Insured

After fighting with health insurance companies for a little while, I finally found out that my mother switched companies six months ago and forgot to tell me.

Typyical.

However, I’m glad she did, because this new insurance is the shiz!I have vision and dental now. We haven’t had dental insurance in many many many years. In fact, the last time I went to the dentist I was seven years-old.

Gross, I know.

Today, I decided to check out local providers and make some appointments. I made one with the eye doctor first, and got in for July 6th. I am going to be discussing the possibility of laser eye surgery which my new bomb-ass insurance covers a portion of.

Then, I made an appointment with a dentist and got in for—eek!—tomorrow evening!
When the receptionist asked me when was my last check-up and I said “1994” she laughed as though I was joking. When I explained that I was, in fact, not joking, she gave me the appointment for tomorrow.

Not gonna lie. I’m a leetle nervous about the dentist. Let’s hope they don’t kill me.

Or give me a grill.

Gratuitous

Git Fit

This Sunday I decided that I need to be making some better choices for my health. My grandmother is as sharp as a whip, but her body is breaking down at an alarming pace. Over the last few years she’s dealt with breast cancer, arthritis, high blood sugar, and osteoporosis. Her doctor has told her time and time again that the one thing she should change more than anything is her diet and fitness level. Seems simple enough to eat a few more veggies and lay off of the soda, right?

Wrong.

She continues to deep fry, batter, salt, and cream sauce the hell out of everything she eats. It drives me crazy. I remember how active my grandmother was when I was younger, and how Saturday’s meant that she and I would hop on the bus and make an adventure out of Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Now she just sits home a lot and won’t even walk to the bus stop. It makes me so sad to see it, but I don’t want to mention it. I don’t want to admit that she’s getting older.

SO, I decided that I don’t want to be that way when I’m old. I don’t want to have an addiction to foods that do nothing for my body but break it down. I don’t want to be afraid to exercise or find that at 40 I have the flexibility of a 65 year old.

My body is my temple and I HAVE to start taking better care of it. I am amazed at what my body has been able to recover from with little to no help from me. I can’t even imagine what it could do with my full support behind it.

Sunday I went grocery shopping for food that I like AND is also good for me. I’m going to start eating at home more, and so I finally unpacked that slow-cooker I got from my mom to make that easier for me. Also, I’m doing Yoga OnDemand while Charley naps and swimming in the morning before I go to work 2-3 times a week. That means waking up between 5 and 5:30am on those mornings, but going to bed early, makes it a lot easier to get up even earlier.

Change is good. I feel good.