The picture above comes from a series that can be seen here.
I've gotten back on the bandwagon after falling off.
Like it or not - and I don't - I have to accept the fact that at athe age of 48, I am middle-aged. I also have to accept the fact that I had my kids later in life (at age 36 and 39, respectively). That means I have a good incentive to staying healthy - I owe it to my kids.
I let the pounds come back, but it is more than the weight - it is having a body that is functioning well internally as well as lloking good externally. And so I climbed back on the band wagon and am making good use of an iPhone app called Lose It! But this is not a testimonial to that.
Rather, it is more of a confession. I don't know if this is mean-spirited, but when I am in this frame of mind, I tend to read a lot of articles about health AND I tend to notice more fat people. And it is the latter that helps me remain motivated because I think sometimes, oh Lord, did they just give up?
Listen, I like to spend my time at Disneyland and one of the trends I notice there is the number of folks who I estimate to be about my age who are using the mobile scooters to get around the park. I can accept the fact that there are people who need them because of a host of ailments, but whether at Disneyland or at the mall, I am seeing more scooters with non-elderly people riding them.
Are that many people of my generation handicapped? I don't think so. I remember the last time I had jury duty, it occurred to me as I walked to the courthouse (I only live about a mile away) that I was suddenly aware of my own ability to get myself from Point A to Point B and I was happy for it. I did not want to be in a position where if no type of mechanized transportation was available, I am dead in the water.
What is wrong with people? When did we become so complacent?