Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Studies Show...

I opened up my email this morning to find a newsletter from my medical insurance company. As I perused the articles, one in particular caught my attention. Here's the headline...

"Research finds healthy lifestyle can reduce diabetes onset risk"*

Uhhh, ya think?  But wait! There's more... here is the descriptive blurb:

"Lifestyle factors, when considered in combination, are associated with a substantial reduction in risk for diabetes," according to the conclusion by researchers of study published in the Sept. 6, 2011, Annals of Internal Medicine. [article refers to Type 2 Diabetes. see below for link.]

Ok. Hang on. Lemme get this straight. So what this study is saying is that lifestyle has a direct relationship with the development of disease. OMG! Who knew!?!?  

Yes. Yes, I am being ridiculous. But does it strike anyone else as crazy that this still needs to be said? And said in a manner in which it indicates that this is stunning-new-breakthrough-scientific-data? Haven't we known this for years? Indeed, we have. But we have hard heads. We are stubborn. We are lazy. We want the magic pill. 

We? Yes, we. Me, too. It's just so much easier to be lazy. Who wants to hit the grocery store when the drive through is right there? Why bother going to the gym when my favorite show is on? Why exercise portion control when it's just sooooo yummy? I've been there. Heck, I'm human, sometimes I still visit there! 

Knowing better doesn't make it better, 
and it takes action to change. 

And action can really, really suck.  I know because that's where I'm at right now. Initiating action. With my injuries (back and shoulder) and then surgery recovery (and now the biceps tendinitis and arthritis flaring up), I knew that getting back in the gym would be difficult, at best. Let me tell you, I had NO idea. In many ways I feel like I'm starting over, in other ways it's worse than starting over because I know exactly what's ahead of me. And it sucks. And it hurts. 

I've always been the "Yay! I'm SORE!" type. But what I'm going through recently? This is not the fun sore. This is the "ohmygodIcannotmove" sore. A significant part of that might be because I am apparently incapable of easing into anything. I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'. My hubby was watching me on the stair-master last night thinking what a dumbass I am. He's right. Intervals? Really? I am sucking wind, and I'm doing intervals? Yes. That would be me. Queen Dumbass. I spent last week so sore I could barely move, and when I did, I resembled a 100-year-old woman. This week, I'm on track for a repeat. (Studies show that easing into a routine is a better bet than jumping in with both feet without knowing if there's water in the pool... huh - who knew? Pft! Who reads those studies?)

As I lay in bed this morning wondering how badly I wanted that coffee (bad enough to move through the pain? yep. damn.), I wished for a magic pill. Wouldn't it be nice to just pop a pill and all the hard work is done? Or just wake up and discover you're where you want to be and now all you have to do is maintain it? Wouldn't that be fantastic? Sure, but it's not gonna happen. Why? Because, there are no shortcuts. There is no substitution for a clean diet and regular exercise. None. Maybe if they publish more studies about it, we'll finally catch on. ;-)  In the immortal words of the rock band, Airbourne... 

"There ain't no way but the hard way, get used to it."

*article found here:

1 comment:

  1. As a nurse in Oncology, I am amazed at the patients that continue workout regimens through treatment if it all possible. They are an inspiration to me. I have also seen people who want the magic pill to fix anything and often those pills do them much more harm than good. I think your blog is awesome!