Pretty much everyone I know has a weight problem. Too much, not enough, everything in the wrong place. Therefore it seems that I am not alone, although that doesn’t make this phase of life any easier.
I should explain. I spent the majority of my early life playing sport. It was quite easy to stay fit. I was generally fairly competent at whatever sport I tried. The upside of all this activity was that I could eat & drink pretty much anything, in whatever quantities I liked.
The onset of middle age and the inevitable decrepitude that followed have not been so easy. Nature and other life priorities have seen a decline in activity. I have failed to compensate with a similar reduction of intake. Activity clearly no longer trumps calorie intake and a radical overhaul is necessary.
This is therefore a planning & commitment post. Things will change. Starting with the small chocolate bar that I have just finished alongside my Starbucks fix, chocolate will be a distant memory. Snack is now officially a swear word. Alcohol will no longer be taken other than in strictly controlled social environments. Exercise will increase so that every day involves some sort of cardiovascular activity. Portion control will be a way of life.
I know, I have said all this before. My lovely wife regularly reminds me of my failures. That stops right now. I have written elsewhere about mortality & unexpected loss and I am sure I will come back to those subjects. In the meantime I will be doing everything I can to avoid joining the ever increasing roll-call of those taken too early. There is more annoying to be done before I quit this place!
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