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.
Oh, admit it — you’ve never liked it.
But Daniel, why would I want to sell your car?
You know, this is obviously a bit of a cliche coming from me, but if I were you, I’d sell my car. Walk or use your bike (or the bus when it’s raining) to get to the station (note station bike lockers will be free soon). Having twice daily exercise as a regular part of your life is probably the easiest way of doing it.
Problem is your commute would take longer, which is why people drive to work in the first place. But on the benefits side, there’d more time to play with your gizmos on the train, and more money for buying more gizmos.. uhh, I mean the house deposit!