The Long Haul to Wellness

My doctors have decided that they don’t want me to die. I concur. My health isn’t really all that bad but I am reaching that point where if I don’t start caring about my health, a few years from now it will be way too late to do anything about it.

Apparently this means that I have to stop drinking Coca-Cola, cut down on my beer intake, and quit smoking. Shit. One at a time those’d be hard enough but all at once? Never happen. I’m going to start with exercise, get off this ass of mine and start a scheduled workout. My doctor figures that 30 minutes, three times a week will be good to start. Easy for him to say.

With the impending start to a scheduled exercise program, I have decided that it might be time to get back into a mental regimen as well. This basically means writing everyday. Only problem with this is that I don’t have anything terribly interesting to say all the time (this blog entry being the evidence of that). I have always taken issue with the general state of blogs: so much self-absorbed logorrhoea about pets and trips to the doctor, er, trips to the mall, ahem.

So, if I do keep up the writing, I endeavour to make it interesting and topical, not that anyone actually reads these things anyway.

 Baron S. Cameron,

The Aging Rockstar