I have a routine doctor appointment tomorrow morning, and I just know they are going to make me step on the scale. I will step on it backwards and beg to remain ignorant.
As I was contemplating all of this earlier today, I asked myself, "Why do you eat and exercise so that you can try to look like a 22-year-old super model?"
There are a couple things wrong with my question. First of all, I really don't follow a strict diet and exercise regimen. So saying that I'm trying to look like a 22-year-old super model is a bit of an exaggeration. (Okay, a major exaggeration.) Secondly, I have never looked like a 22-year-old super model -- even when I was 22 -- so the question is absurd right from the get-go.
After going through all of this thinking, I reminded myself that in less than two weeks -- two weeks! -- I will be celebrating my 49th birthday. So what should I expect of myself, really? Maybe I can relax a bit when it comes to exercising.
Then I read about Jamie Moyer. Have you heard of him? He's a 49-year-old baseball player who just set a Major League Baseball record on Tuesday by becoming the oldest pitcher to ever win a game.
And with that news, I headed for the elliptical machine.
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