Today’s self-love challenge?
Going to the doctor.
You’re supposed to go every six months for a check-up. Today, I got my blood drawn, a flu shot (and hey, I know some people are against it, but you do you, and I’ll do me). For me, this isn’t optional.
Almost having a widow maker and surviving a quadruple bypass made me realize how important it is to make sure my body’s running as it should.
Let’s put it this way—think of your body like a car. How you maintain it determines how well it runs. Instead of gas, oil, and wiper fluid, we’ve got food, hydration, and exercise.
Neglect it, and you could end up as an anxiety-riddled clunker stalled in the middle of a service road in Des Moines.
The cringy version of this? ‘My body is a temple. I only put premium gas in my tank.’
The SELF LOATHE CLUB version? I’m just trying to keep this thing running without having another breakdown. And let’s be honest—Des Moines doesn’t need that kind of drama.
When’s the last time you scheduled a check-up? Don’t wait for the check engine light to come on. Future you will thank you.
