As of today, I'm 37.
Yay.
Turns out I'm not only getting older, I'm getting out of shape. Who would have thought that 7 years of no exercise and poor diet habits would leave me in the condition I'm in? A recent visit to my doc confirmed what I've been suspecting. I'm fat and out of shape! Well, not as fat as some, but not exactly svelte either...
37 years old. BP of 135/85 (too much caffeine, I suspect). Cholesterol of 229. Height 5'10", weight 193 lbs. So, my cheerful 30-year old doc, who looks like she weighs about 100 lbs and runs miles and miles, tells me to get in shape. Now.
I used to be able to run 7 miles and recover within minutes. I couldn't run a mile if my life depended on it. I have started lifting again, and that's been encouraging. I just don't have time for what I really need, which is aerobic/cardio type exercise. I can manage a couple hours of tennis each week, but beyond that it's too time-consuming to fit easily into the day. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, herd the kids for a couple hours, put them in bed, try to spend time with Linda, watch TV, whatever... go to bed. Repeat.
And we're supposed to exercise somewhere in there? Unfortunately, I have to do it. If not, with my family history, I'll be dead within 15 years (probably) and that would pretty much suck.
Anyway, it's my birthday. I'm 37. Six months away from being closer to 50 than 25...