Two numbers. Just numbers.
The first number is the heighest its been in my life. It has increased by leaps and bounds over the years. At the end of high school, it was 118. At the end of basic training it topped out at 130. After a time overseas it climebed to 155. This was only a period of about six years! And now it is what it is.
I need to stop it from getting any larger.
The other number has been steadily climbing over the years. It’s a good thing, considering the alternative.
I know you’ve guessed right. The numbers are my current weight and age.
The weight thing has been a problem for awhile, something I’ve grown into (insert laugh). It not only affects my ability to fit into clothes, but it is messing with my blood sugar. I took a glucose test today to see how bad it is. We’ll see what the results are.
I’m not surprised. I’m a bit concerned. I only have myself to blame. I need to get back into shape, and soon.
The company picnic was last week. We broke up into several teams for soccer, a sport I enjoyed very much in my younger days. I played hard for three games, huffing and puffing up-and-down the field. I almost scored a few times. I also blocked a few scoring attempts. All I have to show for my efforts is a my screwed up left knee and big toe on my right foot. Both are a bit strained from the sudden need to be extremely mobile, this a week-and-a-half after the picnic.
I’m not getting any younger. But next year, if I go to picnic again, I would like to not be in such bad shape.
I’m writing about this just to write, to know where I am at and where I need to go.
228. 44. I can’t do anything about the last number. But I sure as hell have control of the first. I need to get my act together.