My Health Journey—“Trash Talk”

There’s a song by the Coasters from 1966 that bubbles into my brain occasionally. It starts out like this:  

 “Take out the papers and the trash

Or you don't get no spendin' cash

If you don't scrub that kitchen floor

You ain't gonna rock and roll no more

Yakety yak (don't talk back).”

 Why does this pop into my mind right now? Because taking out the trash is one of my big motivations to get healthy. 

 Let me explain:

 For years, problems with my back, feet, lungs, and heart have left me immobile. About the only time I leave the house is for doctor’s visits. That means I’m mostly homebound with three dogs and a cat named Stormy.

 Until a few years ago, taking out the garbage was one of my weekly chores. No big deal, right? Except that eventually there came a point where I was able to waddle out to the end of the driveway, but couldn’t quite wobble back.


My wife, Jo-Lynn, ended up having to take out the trash, and that stunk. (She works full-time and really shouldn’t have to worry about such things.)

 My only other chore was filling the dishwasher, which turned into an amusing herky-jerky dance that looked as if it were choreographed by Rube Goldberg.  (For younger folks out there, Goldberg was a mid-20th century author, engineer, and inventor, best-known for his cartoons picturing goofy gadgets that performed simple tasks in crazy, convoluted ways.)

 A few weeks ago, when my soon-to be-coach Jennifer Barna Crouch told me about OPTAVIA, I immediately envisioned myself walking to the end of the driveway with a trash bag in each hand: Back straight. Head up. Strutting like a rooster on a Kentucky chicken farm.

 I don’t know what your goal is, but I can tell you (from personal experience) that goals help you get over and through barriers, blockages, and barricades. For that reason, choose them wisely. As Muhammad Ali once said, “What keeps me going is goals.” They’ll help you stay on course as well.

 Until next time, take care, and God bless.