Unwell.

A few weeks ago, I signed up to undergo a wellness screening at school.  Based on my blood test results, I would receive a wellness rating in a number of different categories which would culminate in a general overall wellness score from 1-4.  A score of 1 meant you were healthy, while 4 meant you should consult a physician immediately.

Things started out positively.  They took my blood pressure, and the lady beamed and told me, “Your blood pressure’s perfect.  Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it!”  Since I indulge in a healthy lifestyle of zero exercise and frequent fast foods (Popeye’s $3 Tuesdays, helloo), I was quite happy with her suggestion and felt pretty optimistic about my wellness.

Unfortunately, after my blood tests were completed and I received my complete report in the mail, I was appalled to see what my overall wellness score was: 3.  This was closer to the wrong end of the spectrum, just 1 little point away from having to consult a physician immediately.  A new realization hit me: I am unwell.

I don’t even know why I was surprised.  It’s not like my lethargic lifestyle is a secret to anyone, and it remains a mystery to me why I’m not obese.  I deceived myself into thinking that, just because the scale didn’t (fully) display the consequences of my lifestyle, there were no consequences.  But on the inside, deep in the cholesterol-lined arteries of my heart, they’ve been growing.  Gradually over time, none of those Big Macs or Italian beefs or pan pizzas from the Hut were left unnoticed.

I think I live like this all the time, as if the choices I make–or don’t make–have no consequences, as if choosing to engage in virtually no spiritual activity bears no effect on my flickering soul.

It’s time to get well.  On all levels.

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