Let’s face it, folks, there is nothing romantic about being overweight. None at all. You don’t get any street cred points for being a gut bucket, at least unless you are one of those comedy actors who appear in American family movies.
And I don’t fit into that category. In fact I don't fit into much these days...
So I have come to realise that it’s about bloody time that I stop making excuses and do something about my health. Or rather my rapidly increasing lack of it.
So, on the advice of one of my colleagues who is in a similar situation to me, I took myself off to a local doctor who specialises in heart illness, and asked for a check up.
The doctor was very nice and kind, and took some of my blood, asked me to give a urine sample (“what from here?”) and put me on light medication for my somewhat high blood pressure.
The results come back next week. God knows what they’ll say, or what action I might have to take, apart from a massive diet and more exercise. But at least I have decided to take my first feeble, heavy steps on the road to recovering my health, before it is taken away from me forever.
I have decided that there are still many things I want to do before I go gently into that good night from which there is no awakening. I want to carry on with my blog, write more articles, become a bestselling author and retire to somewhere nice with my wife.
I want to keep on experiencing things and writing about them so that you, my gentle readers, can carry on enjoying them!!
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