It Ain't Easy . . .

. . . but it can be done. 

Five years ago when I signed up for my heath care plan I decided to do the option where you had to do a health assessment--because it gave you better coverage at a better rate. It inspired me to quit smoking because you got a better deal if you didn't do that thing--and I didn't want to lie and say that I didn't do that thing when I did. But when I finished the questionnaire and saw the results . . . that my Actual Age was 54, but my Go365 Age was 69 . . . I was more than depressed. I was scared. Not scared enough to do much about it, but scared enough to be depressed. And since I was already pretty fuckin' depressed, that didn't help to inspire me to a lot of positive action.

But since my knee injury last year and My Big Revelation, I have been working pretty hard. Progressively harder every passing week. In fact, yesterday I worked THIS hard:

And this morning I went to update my health assessment, and when I finished doing that I got this message:

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So I am 11 years younger than I was 5 years ago. That's some hot shit for an old man. 

So just sayin': you don't have to throw in the towel. That's one of the funny but unfortunate messages that Louis C. K. regularly puts out: that when you reach a certain (post-40, post-50, whatever) age, you're done, it's too late to do much of anything. That happens. Well, that's funny, I suppose, but it's also bullshit. If you want to change, you just have to start.

"It has to start somewhere 

It has to start sometime. 

What better place than here, 

what better time than now?" 

"Guerilla Radio" 

Rage Against the Machine

1  And my Actual Age will be 60 in 18 days, btw.