Doctor Visit

Remember when I said I had been ignoring all the signs my physical self was sending until I received a strange call from my doc saying I was overdue and should come in? Well I went yesterday and our conversation went like this:

"Look doc I took my blood pressure at home so I have a base reading to keep you honest. I'm sure your equipment is faulty." I smile; he smirks as he takes my reading and finds it higher than I said.
"See what did I tell ya, faulty equipment designed to justify medicine prescriptions". I smile wider; he smirks with a crooked eyebrow.
"Well you scare me that's why my pressure is so high" I smile; he smiles as he says "I truly doubt you are afraid of me"

So he sits back in his little chair asking me the regular old questions and I start to answer and instead say "Look doc let's cut to the chase, you know me I know me, why don't you just give me one of those miracle pills they glorify on infomercials and I can lose the weight that's raising my blood pressure" Giving him a huge smiling grin.
He laughs and says "well now, unfortunately the only thing that'll work is good old fashioned exercise, eating right and self-discipline".

I looked horrified. Self-discipline. S-e-l-f  d-i-s-c-i-p-l-i-n-e.  What the hell is that? So I looked it up.

Self-discipline: correction or regulation of oneself for the sake of improvement

That's it. Sounds simple enough. But if IF I had it wouldn't I already have lost weight, been healthy, been an artist, been traveling around the country on my bike with a guitar strapped to my back & the kid & dog in a sidecar? 

So I tell him it won't work. I have no motivational reason to inspire myself to treat myself well. Trust me I've tried everything from 'my son needs me' to 'there are lots of things still to do'. So I agree to the prescription again with the promise that I'll try taking the pills everyday if he'll promise that he'll get me off them as soon as I can. So we agree that my motivation to lose weight will be to get off the drugs. We both know it won't work. But our time is up.

So before leaving I ask "why'd you call me anyway?"
He says "I really don't know. Your file showed up on my desk so I figured it was time for you to come in."
I turn back and say "do you believe in signs?"
He looks at me and says "Yes I do"