The fitness talk
As my annual physical exam draws near, I’m beginning to prepare for “the talk”.
The fitness talk.
Oh, how I dread it.
I’ve had lots of years to get used to it, but still there is dread.
A doctor once asked me if I was still eating donuts?
I replied yes, with a big old goofy smile.
“Do you want to experience a heart attack?” he asked with absolutely no hint of a smile.
“No”, I answered. “I just like a good apple fritter with a hot cup of coffee.”
That particular doctor was a vegan. As you can imagine we parted ways fairly quickly.
We are a medically advanced society.
Just give me the pill so I can eat what I want!
I like to eat, but another obstacle in getting fit is exercise, or rather the lack thereof.
I just haven’t found a way to enjoy it.
I’ve tried listening to music while I work out, exercising with a buddy, and taking in the scenery while walking in parks.
One day I’ll share the story of how a black bird ran me completely out of a park, through a parking lot and back to my neighborhood in mere minutes.
I know I’m not the only one who suffers with this.
We can spot each other. There’s that knowing glance across the buffet.
I know the signs of a non-fit comrade.
Show me a fat dog and I’ll show you a pet owner that doesn’t like to walk.
A little old lady approached me while I was studying the Little Debbie cakes at the grocery store.
As I tried to decide which of these delicious desserts I would bring home, she looked up at me and very sweetly said, “You look like you keep a sweet tooth all the time.”
The struggle continues.
But, that’s the good news.
I will continue.
I will keep trying!
I will forge ahead!
I will not quit!
I believe I’ll try again today.
Right after I eat this fritter.
See you out there.