In a week and a month I will be 54 years old. I just don’t know how this year has gone so fast, but what I do know is that 53 has kicked my backside so thoroughly it has lit a fire in me to get myself together. I cannot fo 54 like this, because at the rate I’m going I’ll be using both a cane and a scooter to get around. It would be one thing if I had some crippling disease or affliction or if I were heading into 84, but I’m not. At nearly 54 there is no good reason for me to be so decrepit. I have to be brutally honest with myself and say what has stopped me this year from going to the gym (well I’ve gone a few times) and minding my weight: LAZINESS.
I’ve also let the stress of my job have a far greater impact on my health and willingness to manage my health. Sure, teaching is stressful, but its still on me to go to the gym regularly and eat sensibly. I’ve got to stop using this job as an excuse or valid reason to let myself go. No more! That ends today.
