The fitness talk

As my annual physical exam draws near, I’m beginning to prepare for “the talk”.

The fitness talk.

Oh, how I dread it.

I’ve had lots of years to get used to it, but still there is dread.

A doctor once asked me if I was still eating donuts?

I replied yes, with a big old goofy smile.

“Do you want to experience a heart attack?” he asked with absolutely no hint of a smile.

“No”, I answered. “I just like a good apple fritter with a hot cup of coffee.”

That particular doctor was a vegan. As you can imagine we parted ways fairly quickly.

We are a medically advanced society.

Just give me the pill so I can eat what I want!

I like to eat, but another obstacle in getting fit is exercise, or rather the lack thereof.

I just haven’t found a way to enjoy it.

I’ve tried listening to music while I work out, exercising with a buddy, and taking in the scenery while walking in parks.

One day I’ll share the story of how a black bird ran me completely out of a park, through a parking lot and back to my neighborhood in mere minutes.

I know I’m not the only one who suffers with this.

We can spot each other. There’s that knowing glance across the buffet.

I know the signs of a non-fit comrade.

Overweight pet.

Show me a fat dog and I’ll show you a pet owner that doesn’t like to walk.

A little old lady approached me while I was studying the Little Debbie cakes at the grocery store.

As I tried to decide which of these delicious desserts I would bring home, she looked up at me and very sweetly said, “You look like you keep a sweet tooth all the time.”

Amen sister.

The struggle continues.

But, that’s the good news.

I will continue.

I will keep trying!

I will forge ahead!

I will not quit!

I believe I’ll try again today.

Right after I eat this fritter.

See you out there.