Even though I feel young and have my share of immature behavior, there’s no question I’m starting to feel my age. Every day my body tells me in small ways and big that I’m not the young athlete I once fancied myself. It doesn’t hurt that for the past 4 1/2 years or so I’ve been depressed, which has translated into too much food and drink, and not enough movement. Maybe I need to find a hobby and get my hands dirty? Maybe, but…things are starting to look up.
Probably the biggest thing I miss is running. That feeling of covering ground quickly and seeing more of the environment just can’t be replicated by hiking. So, a few weeks ago, I started consciously trying to run again, by walking a few blocks and then running a block. It hasn’t been easy – lugging so much extra weight means I’m out of breath quickly and have lower leg pain. That being said, even after this little time I can feel the improvement, which is a nice motivator.
The other, more important part of the equation, is diet. I’ve fallen off the wagon and have pretty much been eating and drinking whatever I want, with an occasional stab at a healthier day now and then. As we all know, though, without consistency there won’t be progress. I’ve rededicated myself to a modified Whole30 nutritional regimen – the month when I actually did the Whole30 was the best I’ve felt in a LONG time. So, to the best of my ability, no sugar or processed foods, and just real food to the fullest extent possible. I don’t want to be a pain about it, though, so maybe a glass of wine on the weekend and the occasional celebratory meal won’t drag me too far off the path.
This is the most confident and hopeful I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe it’s just the endorphins talking (I just got back from a walk/run), but this time it seems doable. See you out there!