Don't get old and fat!!!

"Don't get old and fat!!!"

Too late. It's just way way too late

Wayne's courage, discipline, and determination are awesome. But I gotta be honest. I could never sustain a years-long effort (and that is what it would take) effort.

I admire his sharing his before and after pics too but I don't dare. Anyway I'm permanently entrenched in the "before" stage.

I have been able to work on my attitude toward exercise and and diet, thanks to Wayne's example . I have a vision but it's out there beyond the Hubble telescope so I'm safe for a while.
In my case I was really inspired when my Neurologist said, "electric wheelchair." I became determined to do what ever I could to keep that from happening.
Then after the state of West Virginia officially declared me as a "useless cripple," I became determined to be the fittest, healthiest "useless cripple" I could be.
 
Recently lost a friend. He was obese, smoked and diabetic. Worst of all he left behind a wife with stage four cancer who needs regular treatments. He was around my age.

Just today, another friend, also around my age stopped by. He had gained a tremendous amount of weight since I last saw him, has two bad knees, walks with a cane and could barely make it up our front steps.

Take care of your health, makes ageing a bit more tolerable.
 
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I slacked off on my weightlifting, but I bicycle as much as I can. My town has Y with a pool, start swimming again. In college I found that a great way to burn calories, exercise the heart and lungs, avoid a lot of stress and strain. Talked to a lot of WWII veterans, they said they ran in bare feet on grass. I found that when I could swim a mile I could go out and run 5 miles. Not very fast, but non-stop.
 
Growing up I had a great uncle that I actually spent more time with than my own Dad. He worked nights, so he was available days.

He was the strongest man I ever knew. As a stationary engineer before automatic stokers, he shoveled literally tons of coal i his lifetime.

He was my fishing companion, my buddy and my mentor. My Dad was too, but the 2 certainly had different rolls in my life.

He was as healthy as an ox, never did bad things, always exercised and ate right.

At age 72 he contracted cancer. Looking back, his disease was more due to a bad doctor not following more modern practices. But that's another story. He ended up dying a horrible death.

OTOH, on that same side of the family they all lived up to their mid 90's. But for the last 10 years they never went anywhere, ate good food or enjoyed life. Every time they had to pay a bill they felt bad due to worry.

My own personal philosophy is that genetics plays more in one's life than actually how you live.

Sooooo, I drink beer, eat red meat and have (you know what) as often as she'll allow. I spend money on boats and guns and don't worry about it.
I may not live as long but at least I'll die happy.
 
I am alive and have survived some unpleasant stuff as a result of my exercise level. Most people have no idea how sick I am.

I have what seems to be a genetic kidney problem, treatment for which made me a low grade diabetic (at the extreme, I was pretty messed up by the prednisone, but as I weaned off it things got a lot better). Most of the time I have an A1C under 7.0 without insulin, just a low dose of metformin. I had to go off the metformin fall of '21 as a result of the kidney stuff progressing, which itself was a function of having to stop taking Lisinopril due to ACE inhibitor related angioedema. It had a protective effect on the kidneys and I went from 50% function to 19% in six weeks.

Since the stenting I have been staying as active as possible, and did pretty well on the transplant screening. A spot in a coronary artery attracted the attention of the new doc (sharp dude, explained stuff in a way I had not gotten before) at the program, and he sent me to a transplant cardiologist (also a darned sharp no BS at all dude). I was pretty well zonked by the meds during my angiogram when he said something that sounded a lot like "that's not a stent, that's a bypass".

My anxiety was the worst part of that procedure. The folks at this program were a lot smoother in every way that the folks I had seen before. I did not have any heart issues, this was all preemptive, and every medical person noted I did well and attributed it to my conditioning. (I also think their skill was part of it. I have been impressed at every step.)

2 months down the road, although I still can't do any real resistance training, I am hitting the exercise bike for 30-40 minutes, pretty vigorously, along with rehab stuff for the abused muscles in my upper body. Frankly, the entire process was mostly an inconvenience. I had a probably unrelated issue in early December, and even then when I did a good impression of a 210 pound toddler, I did not look that bad.
 
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In talking to cyclists, runners, swimmers I don't recall any who were real "health food" fanatics, most ate "normally", one marathoner told me it allowed him to indulge a passion for ice cream.
 
In talking to cyclists, runners, swimmers I don't recall any who were real "health food" fanatics, most ate "normally", one marathoner told me it allowed him to indulge a passion for ice cream.

I have been a long time road cyclist and have ridden solo and with large groups of riders......we would often ride out and back to a food destination such as a bakery or coffee shop and we certainly burnt more than enough calories to allow us to indulge when we reached our destination......and cardio is guaranteed with all the hills we rode.

Cycling is an outstanding activity that is mostly non weight bearing.....that said, I do my share of hiking/backpacking to be sure I got some weight bearing exercise into the routine.
 
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I would like to know the date of that UK lard advertisement. They had rationing until 1951, their "wartime " Ministry of Food lasted from 1939 to 1958. The Labour Minister of Food John Strachey (1946-1950) reduced the
British standard loaf from 32 to 28 ounces-"Starve with Strachey" was a popular slogan of the day.
Some sort of easily assembled and attached bicycle generator is needed, hook it up to the TV, the computer, etc.
 
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If SAIL fitness is offered in your area go. It is a program funded to prevent seniors from having debilitating falls. It is mild cardio and designed to strengthen the muscles that often are weak and let our bodies fall.
Ours is free at the local library. Instructor also teaches one at the VFW.
 
Always believed in the Home Gym, no membership fees, open 24/7, don't have to put up with people whose manners and hygiene leave a lot to be desired. Bought my equipment through classified ads in the local papers-pre Craigslist-got a bench with a leg extension at a used sporting goods store, probably have $3-400 invested tops.
 
My career involved hard, physical labor. It kept me in pretty good shape for most of my life.
Heart attack and triple bypass way back in 2000. Doc suggested I start walking for exercise. I enjoyed it. Low impact, fresh air, sunshine. :D
I worked myself up to 3 miles a day. When time permitted, I might do 5-6 miles. Went hiking in State Parks when I could get away. Really enjoyed that. Did it for many years.
But in 2019 everything changed. An ulcer I didn't even know I had started bleeding. That led to kidney failure which in turn led to pneumonia. Two hospital stays, total of 18 days and I very nearly checked out. The end result was that I now have COPD. It doesn't take much hard physical exertion to get me plumb outta breath.
I have a treadmill and am slowly working myself back up. But its a slow process.
My point is that no matter how good a shape you're in, you never know when life might throw you a curve. Excrement happens. :rolleyes:

As a friend of mine said: Staying healthy is the slowest possible way to die. :rolleyes:
 
My point is that no matter how good a shape you're in, you never know when life might throw you a curve. Excrement happens. :rolleyes:

That's the truth.
I've known people that you would think they would die before the next day and they lived for years. I've also known people that you would think would live to be 100 and they died very young. Larry
 
As a friend of mine said: Staying healthy is the slowest possible way to die. :rolleyes:

This is the truest thing on this thread, I am stealing this quote and using it often. Great sig line potential.
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