Wednesday, February 13, 2013
...I am fat.
But that is not the end of the story.
Hi every(any)body. It's me, AL. I haven't been around for a long time. I intentionally droppped the ball, and let it stay there on the floor as I consumed thai food and felt sorry for myself. There's no real reason, it just happenend. I haven't exercised. I haven't ridden my bike or had many exciting health adventures to tell you about.
But seriously, how long can I push the envelope? My dad died when he was 52. I turned 45 this year, and I'm probably more out of shape than he was. I need to do something. Make some changes. Live longer than my dad. Be around to love my kid longer.
Today I'm going to try a few different things. I know I can do it. I've done it before.
What else can I tell you? Who knows. I feel apologetic, optimistic, scared.