The other day I went out for my daily bike ride, which I have started again after almost 3 years of being sediment (A whole other medical story of which I shall spare you the gruesome details). It was only day three and much to my chagrin, I found myself huffing and puffing more than expected. After all, the last time I was doing this, I was in peak condition.
As I directed my bike into a cul-de-sac I noticed from one of the homes, a garage door began to open. Out stepped a handsome young fellow who was obviously about to walk his beautiful black lab.
We caught each other’s eye and gave the obligatory nod of recognition. Then as my bike came close to the guy, I said, “Good morning!” Feeling like he had to be equally as courteous, the lad replied, “How are you?” Now we all know that, that is really far more of a rhetorical question and seldom receives much more than a “fine and you” as a reply, but something inside me decided to be frank, “Fifteen years past my prime and forty pounds overweight. How are you?” I answered.
For a brief moment he was caught off guard, before he put it all together and began to belly laugh.
As I peddled away I was glad that my meager attempt at humor had met with the young man’s approval. Still I couldn’t help but think to myself that the simple humor of the statement was the truth that it carried. I am fifteen years past my prime. There’s no denying it, my best days are behind me and that’s okay with me. I had my day in the sun. We can’t stop the clock from ticking and I am well aware that I am getting older.
Being forty pounds overweight however was a very different story. That is due to a conscience decision to let myself go!
I have never been out of shape in my life, so this is all very new to me. It was born of medical problems that started about three years ago. I know I promised to spare you the details, so just for better understanding, I will give you the “Readers Digest” version of my circumstances. For reasons and stories too lengthily (and quite frankly too boring) to mention, I was left with dangerous blood clots (one nine inches long in my carotid artery) rendering me no longer able to exercise for fear of moving the clot (or a piece of clot) into my brain or heart. It took two years to get through that mess and then I found myself with severe nerve damage and crippling bone pain. The nerve damage is irreversible (and being treated) and the bone pain is still being examined. In any case, left unable to move about freely, I found that I had started to reward myself with food. I can’t drink, don’t smoke and won’t do drugs, in my weakened condition I could no longer enjoy my daily workout at the gym, so I freely ate all of the foods and treats that I wanted. After all, at the very least didn’t I deserve this simple indulgence?
Well here I am now, three years later with a belly for the first time in my life and a closet full of clothes that no longer fit!
Well as of October first, I have taken the bull by the horns and I am determined to get back into shape. I am not looking to get back to the prime shape I was in before with a mere 9% body fat (although, if it happens I won’t be disappointed) but I do want to lose the stomach, drop the excess weight and firm up my torso again. I am sure that it will not only make me look better but it will make me feel a lot better too.
So I am happy to report that as of today, four days into my regiment, I have lost three pounds. Small I know, but it has only been 4 days. I am resolute in my stance to drop all of the extra weight by New Year’s and to be in reasonably “good” shape for my fifty-fifth birthday in May. After all, I have a book tour to do! 🙂
If you’re in a similar situation to me and you want to join me in my quest for fitness, I will be updating my progress weekly on this blog and you are welcome to keep me posted on yours. We can share tricks, exercises and even healthy food options together!
Best of luck to all of us!
Until next time,