I knew one day I would wake up and be closer to 50 than I was 40, and even as my 46th anniversary of getting my newborn butt slapped like Cher playing tambourine passed today, it really didn't bother me that much at all. While age *is* just a number, an aging body knows what it's like for Father Time to beat your butt - well, like that whole Cher analogy in the first sentence. Circle of life baby, Hakuna Matata.
For the umpteenth time, I was nearly killed by a car running a stop sign. Now, I've been actually hit and thrown across a hood at least twice in the past, and have been extremely lucky to avoid injury. Learning from those experiences, I now take a great deal of caution at intersections. Last night, if I took one more step I'd be extremely lucky to be writing this, and most likely would be doing so from a hospital bed. There's a good chance I may even be dead.
Speaking of "SmashPlan" this weekend I managed to smash my head into a few other players diving for a ball playing goalie, and in-turn messed up my left shoulder. Instead of letting that sidetrack me, I'm pivoting... and going streaking!
Just over the last 6 months, I've quit on business ventures, daily activity and following a healthy nutritional plan, bounced out of a reality TV show I'd been cast for, and yesterday I said "nope" to a marathon I'd signed up for with friends about a year ago and dragged my family all the way to Florida for - I need a quitting intervention.
My SmashPlan Fitness program is designed to be very, very simple. 400 calories/day from additional exercise isn't a huge hill to climb, and about 60 minutes of nearly any moderate activity is more than enough to hit that mark. And once again, I'm creating the SmashPlan Fitness portion to meet my goals and work to my strengths; I personally like bodyweight exercises and running, and live in a community where I can get out and ride my bike or hop on the treadmill
