I keep forgetting my age, my mind insists I’m still twenty-something, but my body disagrees, and now the cracks in my facade are starting to show.
I went to urgent care with chest pains. All that is wrong is that I’ve been sitting on my ass for so long, it finally caught up with me.
They drew blood, hooked me up to a heart monitor, ran some other tests and then sent me home with a tiny bottle of nitroglycerin pills, just in case.
Now I have to eat healthily and start walking. I also need to toss in some light weights to build muscle mass.
As an example; this tastes really good, so it is bad. Cheese, chili and large hot dog on a white bread bun. A definite no-no.
This black bean salad is ok for the main meal.
The downside is that a homemade vinaigrette is ok, but smothering it with ranch dressing is not even an option. –And no beer until I lose 30lbs.
I have exercise equipment, but I had to borrow Rich’s picture of his treadmill because mine is covered with tools and drop cloths.
As you can see, he irons. I don’t know why I just buy no-iron shirts.
So I’m back in the saddle and getting more boring by the minute. No booze, no fattening food, and not much fun.