The most important thing in life is your health.
I hear this phrase quite often, yet I still do not know who said it first. Regardless, it is a maxim that I strive to follow.
Being healthy means that I can enjoy my life to the fullest – I can go hiking with friends, I can go for long bike rides, I can wear clothes that fit well, I can indulge every now and then. Being healthy also allows me to live independently; I am strong enough mentally to care for myself and possess enough physical fortitude to complete household tasks, like fixing drawers and hanging curtains. I owe the quality of my life to my health.
Recently, though, I’ve taken my health for granted. I have neither slept enough nor eaten well and I have certainly had my share of what I call “cubicle cookies,” cookies and treats coworkers bring into the office. My exercise routine has been lacking and I’ve felt overwhelmingly exasperated lately. I attributed most of these emotions to end of summer exhaustion. However, when I woke up with a terrible sore throat and sinus congestion this morning, I began reconsidering my reasoning. Perhaps I developed this cold because I have not respected my body.
Whether I am correct in this assumption or not (though I believe that I am), this bout of sickness has provided me with the motivation to get back on the healthy bandwagon. During the next month, before I depart for my term abroad, I will nourish myself with whole foods and strengthen myself with exercise. I know what I need to do in order to regain my health and the ability to pursue all the exciting adventures of the upcoming weeks.