From the age of 40, dear young people who may read this column, something tremendous happens: your tummy becomes very fussy and everything starts to go wrong.
But not that bad thing when you go to a birthday party and ate a lot of chizitos.
Bad as if you had a rock in your belly that anchors you, that doesn't let you move fluidly, that invites you a little to cancel your social life because
it makes you want to stay in your bed, or in your toilet, or somewhere where your body can express itself sonorously in freedom without anyone judging or commenting on you.
And your friends give you “tips” to make you feel better.
“Shhhhooo, since I gave up flour, I feel great…, because flour is the devil, and that's why we are all inflamed.”
It may be that the “anti-flour speech” appeals to you and for a moment you consider it.
"Yes it's true!
I have to end the scourge of flour!”
But willpower is difficult to sustain when
a beautiful bread basket appears in front of you
, and
“take it, rather leave it to me
. ”
Because you want to reduce inflammation, but you also want to be happy.
So thank you friends for the advice, but I am not psychologically prepared to lead a life without bread.
You also hear advice from healthy living influencers, who pretend that making their tips is
“easy.”
Healthy living influencers pretend that making their tips is “easy.”
But we all know that nothing is more difficult in the world than being a disciplined person who does not allow himself to be carried away
by the temptations of gluttony and laziness.
And they will tell you in a thousand possible ways that we have to clean the microbiota or the intestinal flora, or whatever it is called, that it seems to be our second brain or something like that, and that it needs to be reset, so now the one that goes is INTERMITTENT FASTING, and when you get up, you have to go I don't know how many hours without eating, and...
As? Wasn't it that having breakfast was the most important thing in life and that you have to do it like a king and all that?
Well, it seems not now.
The problem is that you talk to me about fasting and it makes me hungry.
And anguish.
And like I said, I want to be happy.
Then intermittent fasting is also ruled out.
Furthermore, I want to be strong, because as they machine-gun us in the TV advertisements, we must always be on top, energetic.
I have a theory: and it is that TV programming throws you distressing, “paranoid” information almost all the time, which makes you rethink this whole thing about loving life… It
fills you with worry, fear, tension.
And then he goes to the batch and hits you with one advertisement after another for pills for contractures, headaches, insomnia, and a whole round of constant
“I want to die and I want to be resurrected.”
But there comes a day when you say
“enough!
”.
In which self-love finally takes over your being and tells you
“slow down with the nonsense and go doctor.
Take it seriously ma’am!”
And you visit the gastroenterologist.
A person who knows, who studied.
And it may happen to you like me, and you get one that is strong, and
you fall in love a little during the consultation
because doctors have that "what do I know" about knowing things about how your body works that you don't.
But flirting with the gastroenterologist is unsustainable, because
at some point he is going to ask you THE question “And what is your poop like?”
Well, well... I don't know if I want to tell you... but it's the gastroenterologist and you're going to have to answer him.
Flirting with the gastroenterologist is unsustainable, because at some point he is going to ask you THE question “And what is your poop like?”
And then he's going to ask you what your eating habits are.
And he's going to tell you things that you already know but that you don't have the fortitude to sustain:
that soda doesn't, that chewing gum fills you with air, that you be careful with sausages, fried foods, alcohol,
and he's going to grab them with a lot of things you love.
And surely at some point he will also get caught with the mate, and
not with the mate, because before leaving the mate I prefer to be dead, don't mess with the mate!
And after the attack of rebellion you decide that well... it's time to do some things to feel better...
I think being healthy should be a little like that: being able to say no to what we would love to say yes to, because we know it harms us.
Although from time to time - when the body asks for it -,
indulging in certain pleasures that are not the most healthy, is also quite healthy.