As a much younger man, I smoked a bit, drank enough, and rarely, if ever, stepped a foot inside of a gym. Although as a child, I enjoyed running outside like many children and enjoyed working out with weights as a teenager, most people would never call me athletic. It may be an odd thing: I don’t like to sweat.
I don’t like being exhausted either. I actually love the television too much. However, books are becoming more and more important as I desire to grow intellectually. (Plus, I want to set a good example for my son by showing him that reading is just as important as anything else.)
If I can turn back time (as Cher sings), there are many things that I would do differently. You know as they say: “Hindsight is always 20/20!” I would have taken it seriously when it came to being healthy.
Lifting weights would have taken on a new meaning for me; it would have not just been about trying to look good for the fairer sex.
Even today, people fuss about there needing to be “body-positive” images everywhere, so we can celebrate all body types. Now, all body types are beautiful because they are a part of individuals that are beautiful, but not all body types can be celebrated as good because not all of them are good for you or for me. My obesity has caused me problems: type 2 diabetes and sleep apnea to say the least and I do not celebrate them.
Thank goodness I have been losing weight and can actually get some sleep at night and do not wake up in the morning tired. My family thinks of me as handsome, but they know (as I do) that it has done me good to drop some pounds.
I do not need to be rail-thin to be positive about myself. Nevertheless, being healthy, and maybe even more athletic, provides me with the opportunities to be good on the inside as I am on the outside.