Three weeks and counting, this damn “Walking Pneumonia” (at least that’s what my doctor calls it) has had me in its grip. Five days go by, I feel terrible. Then I start to feel better for a couple of days, and back it comes for another five days, at which point I once again to begin to feel better, and then …
Of course the resolution to the illness is easy: for it not to have happened in the first place (antibiotics, which I’ve avoided for three weeks, commenced yesterday, so that’s a partial solution for the moment). And how might I have achieved this “not have happened at all” state of grace? Regular exercise (walking five miles a day, since I like to power walk), and maintenance of my South Beach diet, from which I slipped just before Christmas, and have yet to resume.
No secret this: a healthy diet and regular exercise = good health. When will I ever learn my lesson?
