It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted so I decided to give everyone an update, for those that are keeping up.
I haven’t been on the treadmill but the one time a few weeks ago. It’s not the feet, it’s finding the time to get on there. It’s been a very busy couple of weeks with three seniors around. With award events, proms and other events such as birthday parties it’s been nonstop. But, that hasn’t stopped me from doing what I can at work. I’ve been taking the stairs instead of the elevators and walking upwards of 20,000 steps a day and climbing around 20 to 25 floors a day. Since I’ve started I’ve lost nearly eight pounds as of Saturday morning. The bad thing is that, like this weekend with two birthday parties, it’s extremely hard to get my steps in on the weekends. Next weekend, just as this past weekend, will be a bust as far as exercise goes. Saturday will be spent taking my daughters to where they’ll be going to college to try out for the band and later that evening we’ll be going to a band banquet with them. Sunday will be spent going to a spring concert that my daughters will be playing in. I’ve got so much going on that I told my wife on the way to the party today that if it’s not on my calendar now, I won’t be going to anything else unless it’s an emergency. I’m saying NO!!
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Don’t sweat it though… In fact, look at the bright side! If we don’t make the time and get control of our weight now, we won’t have to worry about not finding time because we won’t have any left.
At 49 my aunt thought she had plenty of time to get it figured out. She just kept shutting us out, kept isolating, kept finding a reason not to. Then bam. She’s dead. At 49. Morbid obesity and acute alcoholism were on the death certificate as causes. Do you know how rare that is to appear in a death certificate?
Just sayin’, and apologies for doing so.
No apologies necessary. With my health as bad as it is I’m trying to think ahead and think of my pallbearers. Trying to make the casket as light as possible. Now that’s morbid thinking, at least my wife thinks so.
Damn, man… your wife is right.