Fitness is Hard Work
Is it worth it?
It’s been a while since I have posted, but I have been a good boy, keeping the fitness routine going . I missed doing doing this blog, but it always seems to get pushed down by other, more pressing matters. The Charming Mrs. SWMBO asked me about it and I suddenly felt like a bit of a shirker, not doing my duty.
No excuse, then, so here I am back at it.
- Fasting blood glucose level: 88 mg/dl. Good.
- Weight: 183 lbs. Down a pound.
- Exercise: 45 minutes on the trainer. Big storms this morning.
- Mood: 8.0. Not sure why. I just felt good.
- Breakfast: The usual fruit medley and oatmeal.
- Lunch: A Southwest Chargrilled Salad from Chick-fil-a. Had lunch with the Charming Mrs. SWMBO and that is what we had time for today. Besides, we have become real fans of the food there. The salad is very good as fast food salads go.
- Dinner: The Clean Night Tradition, homemade pizza (one slice), a salad all enjoyed while watching Project Runway. Hard not like Heidi Klum’s legs.
- Snacks: Some fruit.
When I got up this morning, it was raining and thundering like mad, so out came the trainer, attached it to my bike in garage and started to pedal. Another day has begun
My garage is a mess I pretend I don’t notice it, although I did knock down a cobweb and angered a spider I think before I started.
After a few minutes, the heart and breathing fall into the their rhythm, the muscles get warm and brain goes into random-thought mode. Easy because there’s no traffic to worry about and I don’t think the spider is coming after me to settle the score for my ruining its web.
In the midst of the squalor, I started to think: is it worth me working to stay fit? I thought of that Cooper Institute Study in Dallas that found people who were careful about their diet and exercised regularly really did not live longer than those who where not careful. They just stayed healthier longer in their allotted years.
That is something, I guess.
I thought about two of my friends, one of whom passed away two weeks ago and the other is now in a nursing home, severely paralyzed from a stroke. Chances are good he will die there in brief while.
For many years we formed what I liked to call the League of Extraordinary Gentleman. We met every Friday for lunch, usually at a place called Houston’s. I really looked forward to those Friday lunches. They usually had several scotches along with meal, and what they chose to eat was no ones idea of spa cuisine. I usually had a bowl of soup and an iced tea. My excuse was the Charming Mrs. SWMBO and I were going out for our usual Friday night Tex-Mex dinner.
Those happy meeting of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen are now gone and I am pedaling in a messy garage. So maybe it is worth the effort after all.