Match Made

So my bride and I occasionally try to match our snacks to whatever is on the TV.

A Fish Called Wanda? Cod tacos. C.H.I.P.S., the greatest motorcycle cop show of all time, well, a bag of Tostitos. Seinfeld? A big salad, because there’s no soup.

“What you gain in pounds you just lost in respect,” my buddy Robbie said. But perhaps there is something to it.

I actually think that people should at least have the option to bring a snack instead of a copay when going to the clinic, matched to reflect the specialist of course – like nuts and blueberries for the neurologist, a protein shake for the PT, dark chocolate for the psychologist, a tall glass of milk for the rheumatologist, and a double quarter pounder with cheese for the cardiologist. Talk about a value-based payment. As ridiculous as this is, maybe there’s an underlying lesson in here somewhere – that perhaps what you bring can help you better see and talk about your health, your relationship with food, and how to move forward.