Today was ‘Serious Day’. It’s been a week since I went to the doc and I have to do something about a healthier life style. The weekend wasn’t a great start, drinks here and there, pizza, no exercise.
Yesterday I realised that I was kidding myself and that putting off starting ‘one more day’ as much as I was would see me 85 by the time I pulled on my sneakers and went for a walk. I do want to get healthy so I had my first huff and puff session around the suburb when I got home from work today. The battery in my radio is fading, my shoes need new shoelaces, Hobsons Bay needs to spend more money on footpath repairs and walking on overpasses above peak hour traffic can be freaky but I feel great.
Now the sneakers are living by the back door, reminding me each day when I get home that the only person who make me healthier is me.
Bloody sneakers.