A few years ago, I was diagnosed with a heart condition. My heart and specifically the place where it connects to a valve was bigger than it should be. Or maybe the valve was too little. I’m kind of fuzzy on the details. One doc said something about cracking open my chest and fixing it.
So I did what I’ve always done in my life when I got bad news. I went and asked someone else.
The second opinion was much more to my liking. I’m pleased to report that I take a few pills now and the aforementioned chest is still intact.
So, you would think that was a great wake-up call. After all, I’ve been a guy whose weight was hovering around three bills. Drank too much. Ate all the wrong things. A no-brainer, right?
You would think.
That’s the point, I didn’t think.