I’m starting to think 40 is the new 80. For whatever reason, no matter how much sleep I get, within an hour of waking up, I’m beyond exhausted.
This is the first time in my life I’ve ever felt anything close to regretting past life choices. Perhaps recognizing the sense of invincibility we all have when we’re young is unwarranted is the surest sign of being grown up.
Tonight, V, S, and I got to talking about this in the truck on the way to dinner. The consensus was it takes a lot more effort to undo the damage of poor diet and exercise decisions then it does doing things right in the first place. In other words, it’s far easier to not gain 50lbs than it is to lose 50lbs.
We keep trying though. You win some. You lose some. Here’s to winning more than we lose. Oh, and we ate way too much barbeque at dinner.