In the mail today, I received a response to the online questionnaire recently sent to me by my Medicaid provider. Naturally, I was curmudgeonly blunt about the likelihood of making any drastic lifestyle changes to improve my health. (Actually, I am SLOWLY making a few changes, but I'm not going to sugar-coat it to make them feel better.)
Of course, in this touchy-feely, politically correct world that we live in, they don't really want to say "Do it our way or die, sucker! So, they tell me that I'm in the "Precontemplation stage." That means (they say) that I don't intend to make any changes in the next six months. They then tell me, using terminology that a bubble-headed first grade teacher (as opposed to a good one) might use, to kindly explain what I might do to slowly see the error of my ways. They also tell me that I might want to show this letter to my doctor, no doubt hoping he'd have the courage they lack, and tell me to straighten up and fly right. He already does that, but I just tell him that I have to die someday, anyway.
I guess I'm just a precontemplative kinda guy. © 2016