I've never particularly worried about my weight, my figure or my health. I eat what I want to, I try not to go crazy with the junk food and I work out when I feel like it. It worked for 30 years.
I'm the type of person who is very aware of my own mortality. I've always appreciated that life is short and I have a very active approach to checking off what some call my bucket list. This means I haven't liked spending too muc time on the same thing like working out all the time.
Several years ago, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. That greatly curbed my athletic endeavors. Slowly, my weight has gone up and my fitness level has gone down. I told myself that was alright because that's what happens when you get older.
Lately, I've been very worried for my parents. Between them, they suffer bad back, shooting leg pains, carpel tunnel, high cholestoral and migrains. I don't necessarily believe that being healthier would have prevented their current conditions but I do think it would mean suffering less than they are now.
I don't want to end up like them. The odds are against me. I've got RA, I have very little motivation for working out, I live in a foreign country (which makes life more of a challenge in general) and I'm the pickiest eater ever born.
On the other hand, I'm wicked stubborn. I don't like having my life dictated by physical limitations. I'm also smart enough to know that if I want to keep working on that bucket list, I'll need a certain level of health and fitness.
Right now, I'm on vacation at my parents house. Believe me, it is not a healthy place. Junk food and laziness prevail. This week, I'll just try not to do too much damage. Next week however, I will move to Beijing and begin a year long contract. I hope a big part of this year will be about learning how to incorporate health and fitness into my life without making it my whole life.
Here goes . . .