Going To Do About It

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Going To Do About It

At 63 years old, nothing really surprises me anymore. Which in a way makes life kinda dull, but you take the good with the bad. Well yesterday afternoon while at a convenience store I was in line behind a rather unhealthy fellow not much younger than myself. He was buying a tall can of a Red Bull type of energy drink, which he immediately opened. Not having the right to judge considering my current state of unhealthiness, I felt bad for him considering I was in the same state a mere ten years ago.

Back then I was an overweight, smoking, diabetic, that was totally stressed out. It took an act of fate and sheer luck to straighten me out. I am by no means perfect, I still need to lose about 50 more pounds, but I track my health religiously, I don’t smoke, and I stay away from caffeine. I still have irreparable damage to my heart, liver, back, and lungs but I get by. I suppose my thought on all this is that I was given a second chance, and I try to take full advantage of it.

Don’t let the stresses of the moment rob you of your potential. Don’t let the look of your current circumstance dictate who you are. I’m not asking you to join some cult, or give up your freewill, or to play follow the leader with anyone. You have enough sense to know what’s bad for you and what feels unhealthy. Give yourself a moment to think about your current situation, see what’s working and what ain’t. Then ask yourself, what have I got to live for? Then make up your mind about what you are going to do about it.  

#Awareness #YourHealth #WhatToLiveFor #Try #FindYourJoy


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