Lately, life has been sending me notifications… but not the good kind.
First, there was a strange pain in my right eye. The kind you ignore thinking, “It’ll go away tomorrow.” Spoiler alert: it didn’t. It turns out I have high eye pressure, and if I don’t get it checked out, it could develop into glaucoma. Nothing serious yet, but enough to bring me back down to earth and stop acting like I’m invincible.
As if that weren’t enough, I had some routine blood tests done, and surprise! I have a predisposition to developing diabetes. And that’s when I stared at the paper like it was written in another language. I’m not overweight, I weigh around 72 kg (165 lbs), I don’t eat junk food all the time, we’re changing our habits at home, watching what we eat… so I don’t really understand where this hit me.
My prime suspect right now is bread. Bread always seems innocent, but something tells me it’s more to blame than it appears. Maybe it’s time to study, read, and adjust whatever needs adjusting.
Sometimes I feel like life is conspiring against us… but in a very polite way. It doesn't yell at you, it doesn't push you, it just leaves little signs: “Hey, look at this,” “Pay attention to that,” “Maybe it's time to move around a bit more.”
And speaking of moving: I'm also seriously considering getting a little less sedentary. Going for a run, a walk, doing something—I've tried several times, but when the rain comes, or it gets cold, or I have a bad night because of the kids, I give up the next day, and that's how it stays.
Maybe it's time to take stock or something like that.
I don't want to become an Olympic athlete, but I do want to remind my body that it's still alive and that life isn't all about chairs, screens, and coffee.
In the end, leading a healthy life isn't a guarantee of anything. It's not a magic shield. But it is a way to be better prepared for whatever comes. Having more tools, more leeway, more energy to face the future —with humor, with calm and, if necessary, by changing bread for something else.