Confession. Now I know that this little posting will be sacrilege in the ears of my naturopath sister, so if you are reading this sister, I would advise you to look elsewhere. For the sake of our continuing good relationship, avert your eyes and quickly. There. Now that she is no longer looking, I can confess that I am not very endowed at taking care of myself. Why? I can’t be bothered. I hate having to pay money for vitamins and supplements. Plus, I always forget to take them. When I am sick, I just want a pill to make me better. I don’t want to practice hydrotherapy, or submit to the unpleasantness of the “cold socks” treatment (in case you are not familiar with this naturopathic procedure, it consists of soaking a pair of cotton socks in feezing cold water, putting them on with a pair of wool socks over top of them and going to bed with as many blankets on as possible. It is suppose to draw the fever out. Effective but unpleasant. I would rather just not.)I don’t even want to soak my feet.
In fact, I even have problems with daily maintenance. I regularly curse the growth of my nails because then I have to take the time to cut them. I demand a haircut that requires absolutely no maintenance so I don’t have to waste time brushing it. I don’t iron my clothes anymore and tend to wear the same thing as long as possible or until personal hygiene might be compromised. When confronted with physical pain, I just want a pill to make it better. Sad to say, but I am not willing to invest the time in anything that requires more than a small round gelatin cap and a half a glass of water. Sorry sister. If a relatively healthy diet can’t fix it, just gimme a pill. Now if only they could come up with a pill to cure laziness…
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