My fitness diary starts here
I'm turning sixty this year, and I've decided to keep a fitness diary. The last time I kept a diary, I was about ten, and it was a five year diary, with a tiny little space to write in every day. I still ran out of things to say some days, so there were a lot of entries like: "Games today. I hate Miss Webster.'
It's good for me to do something every day. Well, two things - writing in a diary, and doing something to improve my fitness. I am using the word fitness in a loose sense. I like to keep it loose.
By fitness, I don't just mean bodily fitness, but what is now known as 'wellness" (ugh, ugh), or 'well being.' I want to be mentally, psychologically, and spiritually fit for the rest of my life. Which, let's face it, might be around another 30 years.
These years will be different. By halfway through that 30 years, at 75, I am highly unlikely to be doing the Haute Route, even though one of my life mottos is, 'Anything Pippa Middleton can do, so can I.' By the end of the 30 years, there's a good chance I won't even be walking round the park.
So I need to make the most of those years, starting NOW. The point of the diary, and the activity I'll record, is to make something good out of hitting this scary milestone in my life. This cannot be a depressing, blah year - the first year of going downhill. I want it to be the first year of going uphill, to something better. I want to look back on the year and feel I know how to lead the rest of my life, without feeling sad, angry, depressed, or old.
I realise I am not going to be Gwyneth Paltrow at the end of it. Luckily for me, I would not at all like to be her, even she is about one billion times more successful at life than I am. No wine, no chocolate - and, somehow even worse, not even wanting those things. What a nightmare. But I would like to be happy with myself, and not end another year beating myself up about being fat, lazy, and unsuccessful. That's all. Not too much to ask, is it?
It's good for me to do something every day. Well, two things - writing in a diary, and doing something to improve my fitness. I am using the word fitness in a loose sense. I like to keep it loose.
By fitness, I don't just mean bodily fitness, but what is now known as 'wellness" (ugh, ugh), or 'well being.' I want to be mentally, psychologically, and spiritually fit for the rest of my life. Which, let's face it, might be around another 30 years.
These years will be different. By halfway through that 30 years, at 75, I am highly unlikely to be doing the Haute Route, even though one of my life mottos is, 'Anything Pippa Middleton can do, so can I.' By the end of the 30 years, there's a good chance I won't even be walking round the park.
So I need to make the most of those years, starting NOW. The point of the diary, and the activity I'll record, is to make something good out of hitting this scary milestone in my life. This cannot be a depressing, blah year - the first year of going downhill. I want it to be the first year of going uphill, to something better. I want to look back on the year and feel I know how to lead the rest of my life, without feeling sad, angry, depressed, or old.
I realise I am not going to be Gwyneth Paltrow at the end of it. Luckily for me, I would not at all like to be her, even she is about one billion times more successful at life than I am. No wine, no chocolate - and, somehow even worse, not even wanting those things. What a nightmare. But I would like to be happy with myself, and not end another year beating myself up about being fat, lazy, and unsuccessful. That's all. Not too much to ask, is it?
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