Wednesday, November 7, 2012
My shoulder is fucked up, and it makes me mad. Injury is one of the scariest and most frustrating experiences I've ever had as a Crossfitter. I went through a bout of severe bursitis in this same shoulder back in May and allowed it to become a tool of derailment in my health. Tool of derailment leads to excuses leads to eating like an asshole leads to feeling like an asshole leads to acting like an asshole (generally in that order). But not this time. Yesterday I had a major personal victory during my visit to the doctor--I stepped on the scale and realized that I am at the lowest weight I can ever remember being in my adult life. Scale avoidance is generally how I roll, my health is gauged by how I feel (mentally and physically) and how I'm performing at the gym. But the still-scale-obsessed side of me secretly loves seeing that diminishing number. So back to the injury issue. Like I said, pissed. The doctor gave me a cortisone shot and took me off work for a little while, I'm bored as shit and all I want to do is go on a candy bender (which I did yesterday). Fortunately I felt like a total pile of ass afterward and woke up this morning with a regained sense of positivity. After I dropped off the boys I went for a run and worked on double-unders, strung together about 10 of them so that's something else to be pumped about. Then I jump on facebook and I see tons of bitching about the election, which leads me to the actual point of this post. My guy lost, shocker, people seem to be choosing handouts over jobs so I should have expected as much. Pardon my french but when the fuck did this nation become so lazy? And in what parallel universe does ANYONE truly believe that Obamacare is a good idea that's actually going to work? Why do people think it's fucking free healthcare? Have we learned nothing from the epic failure that is Medicare.. the government can not, should not be in charge of these things. I've avoided the political rant scene through this entire election season so I'm not going to jump on board now, but this whole scenario begs a much bigger issue--can we at least for a nanosecond entertain the idea that we are going about this whole healthcare thing the wrong way? Why do we waste so much time, effort, and resource to treat the symptoms rather than the disease. My shoulder is jacked up. I'm not slamming pain relievers and hoping that makes it all better, I'm stretching and talking to trainers about mobility work and trying to drum up different ways to strengthen it so this doesn't happen to me again. Meanwhile an alarming number of Americans (young and old) are living with diabetes, heart disease, hypertension, and a whole host of other health problems that they want to treat with a pill cocktail when the real solution is a hell of a lot simpler--get off your ass. Stop eating shit food. I'll be the first to admit that I am a junk food junkie. All my life I used shitty food like a security blanket, and have still been known to drop the hammer on my ugly days. It is because I've struggled with these things that I feel compelled and warranted in calling it like it is. There is NO quick fix--treat the disease, not the symptoms.