The Fear February 28, 2008
I wonder if anyone has ever really thought about their health before a major incident occurs… Sure, we’re all alive. We’re all relatively healthy. We’re not hooked up to tubes and machines to help us live. But it’s always such a fine line between being healthy and being sick.
I don’t want to be sick. But I just can’t seem to be motivated enough to get on the healthy track. I just can’t seem to get to into the healthy habit of exercising… the healthy eating is getting there, aside from the sodas and the candy. I do eat vegetables and fruits and whole grains. I don’t suppose that amounts to anything if I’m not also exercising. Come on.. what’s the point of being regular if you’re dead from a stroke or heart attack, right?
So, I’ve made a pact with Honey. We’re going to start being healthier once he moves in. He moves in Saturday. So, after dinner, we’ll be going for walks. We’re going to use the exercise room downstairs more often. And we’re going to eat less meat, more vegetables, fruits, and whole grains, and less sodas - more water and real juice.
I’m hoping that this is the start of a good trend. Knowing my track record, and Honey’s track record, though, I’m not holding my breath. But we’re being optimistic. Woo hoo!
So, what kicked us into the fear? Honey can’t tie his shoes anymore without breathing heavy… I have to tie them for him. I want to fit into my good jeans again without my legs being all tight and uncomfortable. I want to fit into my good clothes and look nice without being disappointed about my horrible pooching belly. And I realy don’t want diabetes or any heart disease. And I especially don’t want my face to turn red so quickly when I’m walking briskly. That’s not a good sign.

