Getting older by the minute... Part 2

     I almost forgot to tell you the reason for the title of this segment...(which is another factor of getting older, CRS--which stands for Can't Remember Sh$%!).  We woke up on Tuesday morning...(me, out of a coma because my last day was a 15.5 hour marathon) and went to airport and took the two planes (layover in Minnesota) and endless hours and finally arrived in Phoenix in the afternoon.  And guess what?  It was raining... but it was a welcome sight because I was home.  I got back to the apartment and found my truck survived...(although the "haboob" that hit had turned my white truck into a beige one).  So I jumped into the Jeep and drove around in the rain and met my friend Jenny for dinner and got back to the apartment and crashed hard.  Luckily, my boss had given me the rest of the week off because I didn't start feeling better until Saturday morning when I came into the office... Not sick, but sore and fatigued and basically in a funk.  I felt every year of my age (and then some) for those three days and let me tell you, it isn't going to happen again.

     I know I have told you countless times that I am returning to the gym and changing my eating habits and losing weight, but after this endurance test in New York, I know I can't put it off anymore.  The refrigerator is empty, the junk food is in the trash and the "healing" has begun.  The last couple of nights, I went for a walk after dinner with Jody, who lives in my apartment complex.  I have revisited healthy eating and have acquired more healthy snacks to bring to work and the golf course.  I have reinstated my gym membership and will be in there first thing Monday morning.  I will continue this regimen while in Virginia and will take a walk with my girls every night... (if it's OK with Mom and Dad).  I can't understand why I can't seem to change this crappy lifestyle.  It's not like I haven't done it before...(see drug and alcohol recovery and new life in Arizona).  I can't wait until a health problem develops to begin.  The time is now and here we go again.  Hopefully, the next time you see me, I'll be a "lean, mean, fighting machine".  (thanks to Bill Murray and the movie "Stripes").

     Just in case, I am keeping a log of activities and things I eat during the day to ward off the effects of CRS...and I want y'all (getting my Virginia on for the trip) to remind me if I get to see you.  It's all good.  Once i get into working out again, the "addict" gene I possess (and it's there) will kick in and I'll stick with it.  Wish me luck! Feel the burn! Here me now, listen to me later! no more Girly-man!