Monday, May 27, 2013
For the past 2-3 years I've let my depression get the best of me. I used to be fairly active with walking, bike riding and going to the gym on a regular basis. Slowly my activity decreased to the point where I made futile efforts to go to the gym but lacking any motivation I finally just gave up. Every day I think, "I need to get up off my butt and go for a walk, go to the gym or a bike ride". But it was just that I would "think" about it but wouldn't do anything about it. I've developed diabetes, high blood pressure and high cholesterol. Who do I have to blame, well me of course. At the doorstep of 57 years old I need to make up my mind what I want to do, follow my grandmother, mother and aunts and die in my late 50's or early 60's or get up off my butt and do something.
As I sat looking out at the wonderful sunshine and listening to the weather this morning I made the last minute decision to go for a bike ride. Threw on some clothes put the bike rack on my car, loaded the bike and off I went. Boy did I ever have an eye opening experience. I'm very out of shape, got very winded, and felt the tightness in my legs. I had to stop a couple of times to catch my breath & rest my legs and could only go about 3 miles before I decided I may have bitten off more than I could chew and decided maybe I should take baby steps so I don't fall over from a heart attack.
So I've come to the realization that I need to start out slow to build up my endurance but I definitely need to move more.