My New Year's resolution this year was to get back to healthy living. I spend countless hours talking to people about improving diet and exercise, and ways to change lifestyle to improve health. And it's good advice, and some of my patients are quite successful. However, it's advice that I should probably heed.
Before I started my third year of medical school, I ate healthy. I bought fresh produce. Turkey was my favorite meat. I ran a few times a week. I worked out a lot. I was probably in the best shape of my life. Then came clinicals.
Since that fateful July 1st, my health has gone into a tailspin, because after a 30 hour call, I just didn't have the energy to do anything else, muchless exercise. And every year, I've gotten fatter and more complacent. So I have finally decided that it's time to change. And so I am returning to healthy living.
And I think to myself that medical school has taken a considerable toll on my life. I was physically great. I was mentally stable. I was doing quite well. And as much as I enjoy being a doctor now, it's with the knowledge that I spent so much time taking care of medicine that I forgot to take care of me.