In recent years, I just don’t have the huge amounts of energy I used to. Some people would attribute this to people getting older, but I don’t buy into that at all – especially since I see more and more people even older than me who still have a spring in their step – and it wasn’t due to a cool pair of Dr. Scholl’s inserts either. I think part of it may be depression-based, but I also think it’s physical as well. I know that people who work in office buildings usually have a gym membership in their pouch as part of their daily routine. I think that’s because so many people today have grown accustomed to flying a desk rather than being out there in a physical job, being active.
I used to be very active once upon a time. In fact, the last job I had, I was on my feet all the time, aside from my meal break. I was working around food, but I was moving all the time as well, so even though my food habits could have been better, I was still losing weight. In the past 10 years though, I have packed on at least 150 pounds, and that is never a good sign – ever. Does that mean I’ll definitely keel over before most other people – I have learned that answer is no, because look at people like George Burns, who smoked until he was 100 – or look at other older people who also have a paunch in the front – they didn’t get that from jumping around doing the Richard Simmons workout.
Oh you should have seen me as a teenager. I used to ride my bicycle or walk all over the town I grew up in – mainly because I was too young for a car until I was 15 and could take drivers’ ed. In fact, my friends and I would bike from Laurel to Billings and back on the weekends because it was something fun to do, and we were bored of being cooped up in our small town.
I think cars spoiled me – heck…………..I know they spoiled me. I got used to driving everywhere, and didn’t really feel like riding my bike much more after that. I’ve had bikes after that, and there were times I still rode them – especially when my car wasn’t working, but I still had to get from point A to point B to where I was working or going to get what I wanted to get done done.
I did actually go out and get a gym membership – it’s true! I have the little purple fob that lets you into any Anytime Fitness club across the country. I just need to use it more than once in a blue moon, otherwise, I’m just giving my money away for nothing. The first time I went, I hopped on an exercise bike that had one of those screens that showed you where you were riding through, but that made my legs sore because it was one of those sit back and ride models, rather than the traditional one where you sat up on your seat and pedaled like a regular bike. I used to lift weights, ride bikes, go walking – anything that got me out of the house. Nowadays I seem to just sit around all the time and not do a whole heck of a lot.
I really have no one else to blame but myself for letting me get this far gone, no matter how I try to rationalize it. Now comes the hard part – what to do about it. I don’t want to go the way of Patrick Nagel, go get all energetic for a solid hour and then collapse of a heart attack – that was sad. I’ll have to ease into it – baby steps to get me started. The problem is, I go a little ways, and then my back starts hurting. Well, gee…….it’s because of that medicine ball I carry in front of me that just happens to be part of my body. Can’t just detach it and set it off to the side – no matter how much of a cool idea I think that would be.
I need to get active again, and maybe – just maybe I won’t be tired all the bloody time. Well, that and some good blackout shades. I think that’s another part of the equation as well. I sleep during the day, so naturally, sunlight gets into the windows, and my body says “You should be awake now!”, so I get up and feel tired from the get-go. Nope……..I wasn’t ready to get up, but my brain is thinking I should be, no matter how much my body wants to beat it into submission. At least my brain is still active, otherwise I wouldn’t be rambling on about in posts such as this, trying to make some sort of coherent thought patterns. If I lose that, then……….I don’t even want to think of how depressing that would be.