In a conversation with Jen on the Edge last week, I was regretting that I had not taken better care of myself over the past 15 years. There were weather excuses (too hot, too humid, too icy) and there were extenuating circumstances (the surgery that was Much More than planned, sometimes referred to as the time the doctor nearly killed me). But mostly there were little excuses …”I don’t feel like it now”… and a lot of instances of emotionally-fueled eating. And now? It’s a much harder battle than it ever was before. I am firmly ensconced in middle age territory. And that’s okay — middle age doesn’t scare me. But what I don’t want is to continue in a downward spiral of pfffft-ness. I don’t like getting tired walking up 3 flights of stairs. I want to walk and hike and bike.
I’ve got a long way to go if I ever intend to look like this again: