It starts today.
If you've been a reader of my previous blog, Adirondack Baker, this may come as no surprise to you. After decades of baking, those essential ingredients of butter and flour and sugar have caught up with me.
This morning my employer offered health testing at our annual Benefits Fair, and that's where I had the wake-up call that’s been lying dormant in my brain until solid numbers confirmed my nagging suspicion: I am unhealthy. Not just a little bit unhealthy, but really on-the-way to potentially serious illness.
I’ve had nudges before, but not enough to open my eyes wide to what I’ve been doing to myself for years, probably more than 20 years: a serious carb addiction, too few fresh fruits and vegetables, and sporadic exercise at best. In my case, sporadic exercise means six months of committed, daily workouts followed by three years of nothing.
There have been other nagging forces on hold, especially my family's health history. While my parents and siblings were/are not overweight as I am, we have had our share of cardio-vascular disease in the form of heart disease and strokes. I've been walking this high wire of being "otherwise healthy" with borderline levels of all things that should be closely monitored. Instead, I have looked the other way feeling ignorantly secure while those numbers have been slowly making their way toward the danger zone.
And then there have been those physical clues - my eyes are not as bright, my skin tone has changed, and I FEEL like I am aging at a more rapid pace. Something in my gut (probably everything in my gut!) is telling me it's time to take much better care of myself.
Today’s nudge was more of a pushing me toward the edge of a cliff. Not one to be overly dramatic, the numbers tell me it is time to get it, that this is dramatic. It’s about the quality of life I have in front of me, the time I have to spend with my kids and the people I love, and the absolute craving to be present for as long as possible for those three precious grandchildren.
Please stay with me as I answer this wake up call. I'll need all the support I can muster!
I’m 62 and a half, and it’s time.
|And it started with lunch today - instead of the drive-thru, I hit the salad bar.|
No croutons, no Thousand Island Dressing. I can do this!