What a Drag it is Getting Old…

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I’ll say it.  I really don’t mind.  I was born a little over 48 years ago.  In my lifetime, Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.  Personal Computers became a routine thing (my first one had 4K of memory…).  Cancer became survivable.  The world map changed radically after the fall of the Soviet Union.  Our consumption of energy has changed.  

In two years, I will hit the big 5-0.

So, I went to the doctor for a wellness check.  Not everything is within spec.  Surprise, surprise!  For the last 30 years, I have abused my body with food, drink and other things that shall not be mentioned.  Somehow I’ve survived it all to this point.  But it sparked something within my pea-brain.  Not only do I want to see my grandkids, maybe I’d like to see my great-grandkids.

I’ve made a commitment to my wife to get myself back into shape.  Doc said that some exercise will get most of those numbers back in line.  Change the diet a little and that will resolve it.  I’m actually doing it!  For the first time in my life, I’m finding a reason to focus and change.

I haven’t eliminated anything but carbs and salt have been radically cut back.  Rather than a breakfast taco every morning, I’m having one or two a week (usually on the same day).  Instead of eating all the pizza I can handle at my weekend job, I’m going home for a quick salad wrap (if only I can get them to stop putting Ranch dressing on it…).

I’ve even begun to exercise.  Monday in the rain when I couldn’t get my tracker app to work.  Tuesday I walked with the kids to the polling place (a mile away from the house).  

The Bible says, “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20)  My body looks and feels more like a bar and grill than a temple.  I’m honoring beer and sausages rather than God.  So my change also involves getting back to His Word, which has sadly been neglected over the last five or six years – ever since He, in His grace, saw fit to find me employment.

There’s a change coming in my life.  I don’t want to be the beer-swilling fat pig I was at age 30.  I want to be fit at 90.  So, here goes…