Good ideas

In a world that seems bent on suffering I am not a good candidate. I do not like suffering. In fact, I'm kind of a wuss. I enjoy comfort -- a lot.

I have friends who get up at the crack of dawn and go exercise at the Hospital Health Club. I don't know when they start, but they are finished well before 7 AM. The thought of spending my retirement getting up that early to drive somewhere for a class that everyone posts things about on Facebook that say: Really good class today, every muscle in my body hurts. Jane worked us hard today, I thought I was going to die twice. These are not my idea of good ideas.

I need to find things I enjoy if I am going to do them over and over for any extended period of time. I used to play tennis. I love tennis! Now I am so out of shape that playing tennis is pretty much limited to people like Bestest, who makes all kinds of allowances for me. But I can walk and now it is icy and snowy I decided to walk at different stores. Today I went to Eastland Mall and it was amazing.

I looked at clothes and still managed to walk over 2.5 miles averaging 21 minutes per mile. That's as good as I do trying to hoof it around the park and ten times more interesting right now.

The same goes for eating. I am eating a combination of some of my favorite foods. The only thing I am doing is limiting them to two meals, but they are filling and I feel really good.

For me, healthy is going to have to be enjoyable. I just don't have the will power, or desire, to keep up with anything else for the long haul.