This post is another in a series of posts about my life so far. When I wrote the original post on May 24, I wrote that I would create a series of posts over the next week or two. This is actually only the second of nine subjects I want to address; I guess there are too many other things to do.
Anyway, for topic number two I am jumping down the list to discuss health. The reason for this is that health is one area where I do very poorly, and I hope this will help keep my reflections on my life from sounding like a series of pats on my own back.
In some sense, I have lived a fairly healthy life. I had a major infection that landed me in the hospital for a week when I was 34, but I fully recovered. I had thyroid cancer a couple of years ago, but although that involved some surgery and un-fun treatment, it is not much of a threat to my health long-term. I have slightly high blood pressure. I have used a CPAP machine for 15 years now. Still, I am in reasonably good health, with no chronic issues to concern me for now.
The problem is that I am at great risk if I don't lose weight and get in better shape. I am more or less 100 pounds overweight, and I hardly exercise or do anything active at all. It is fortunate that I don't already have diabetes, as I have a family history. I am also a great candidate for a heart attack someday, and there are a number of other potential problems with obesity.
Being in really bad shape impacts your life in other ways too. I haven't taken part in sports of any kind in years. I can't accompany my kids on most scouting activities, because they are too strenuous for me. My ability to go on hikes in all the mountains I live near, or just to go for a bike ride, is limited.
So I know that I need to exercise more and to lose weight, but I never do. I have been lucky so far, but if I'm evaluating my accomplishments, this is not an area I'm proud of.
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