First, Carrie convinced me to go to the gym with her. Now, it's healthy food. Is there no end to this madness???
I just had a birthday, so I'm a little extra sensitive to topics related to mortality. So here I am at 44 years old: overweight, middle-aged, in a high-stress job, with a cholesterol level hovering around 270-ish.
That's the bad news.
The good news is that I can actually change some of those things. I suspect I'm going to stay middle-aged, so that one is off the table. But Carrie and I have been lifting weights and running on the elliptical trainer, so if I can manage to not have a heart attack in the next few weeks, I'm bound to be better off. I know how to work out...I used to do it for a living when I was in the fire business. And Carrie is very motivational (that's a much better word than "bossy"). So I'm 12 stepping my way to better cardiovascular health. I'm on the wagon.
"Just for today..."
I donated blood today and swapped stories with the guy running the blood drive. He's 48, and we were talking about the challenges of getting back into the gym in your 40s. We're busy. We're stuck in a routine. We're not out looking to score chicks...so why bother?
Because we want to live long enough to retire with the hot chicks we've got?
So I lifted the weights, ran on the machine to nowhere, and ate the vegan casserole today...just for today. Tomorrow is a new day. We'll see what it brings.