There it was — 5-feet, 10-inches or so from eyes … a new-high sticking its middle finger up at me from my scale this morning.
One of the worst things that has happened to me in my first 50 years of life is spending 32 of those years working a desk job. Ok, sure, I’m living my professional dream, but doing it at the pace I do it has it not been conducive to my health.
I’m sure if I was a 9-to-5er, I’d have made some time to stay active. To play more hoops when I was younger, to play a round of golf of two during the week, to get up off my ass and pull myself away from binge-watching the latest season of “Shameless” and exercise.
Instead, my job could begin at 8 a.m., as it did last Saturday. Or noontime, as it did yesterday and today. And it could run as late as 9 or 10 o’clock.
So when I do get down time, I like to stay down … rest and relaxation.
And, more often than not, I’m eating on the go. I don’t eat a lot of fast food anymore — maybe once every two weeks. But I’m big on sandwiches because you can buy one, hold it in your hand drive to the next place.
Only I can’t do that anymore. Any of it.
Those three numbers down below told me that this morning.
So I stepped off the scale and my first step was toward my sneakers. Then toward my dresser for shorts and socks. Then out the door for a 5,000-step, 40-minute saunter with the West Wing Weekly Podcast in my ear and disappointment in myself in my heart.
But I’ve taken the first step.
Now, I just need to find the discipline to do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after.
I joined a gym a little more than a year ago — a local place called “Edge Fitness” — and I did pretty well for a month or two.
Unfortunately, the people that work there were pushy when it came to “up-selling” their programs and trainers, and when you finally did sign up with the best of intentions, when the job and the real world got in the way, they didn’t care, and wouldn’t budge on matters of money, or doing what was best for the client.
They lied up front about the costs of certain things, as well.
They get your money. That’s all they wanted.
So, fed up with their attitude and poor business practices, I just stopped going.
Bottom line: That’s on me.
Those three numbers are on me, too.
Soon, I hope, they’ll be off me and the number will continue to go down.
I’ve taken the first step and I know from past experience that’s the hardest one of all to take.