I believe in the power of the mind. I also believe in reality. And science. I also believe in the healing properties of humor. And sarcasm. So let’s set a few things straight.I made up the diagnosis Chronic Senescence as a tongue in cheek condition to which I would attribute my symptoms. I am well aware that my symptoms are self inflicted and that they are ever more challenging as I pile on the years and pounds and minutes on my butt. I am friends with my doc and I knew he’d get the joke. That, by the way, was the first and only joke in this visit.

This doctor visit was not about getting a diagnosis. It was about enrolling an expert partner. And it was about having a bucket in which to pour my seriousness about getting healthy. Think of whatever metaphor you want. Whether it’s the piano teacher who you wish not to disappoint by not practicing, the personal trainer who will notice if you haven’t done the drills, or the cycling partner who will kick your ass up the hills if you don’t get in the miles. Doc is my guy. And he knows a ton about the human body.

For those of you worried that I’ve run to a doctor who’ll just pump me full of pills and for those of you who are worried that I’ve gone to a witch doctor, neither of you has a thing to worry about. I’m in good hands – my own. And I have a trusted partner to guide and advise me along the way.