Basically, I’m really terrible at getting my ass off the couch to exercise and even worse at keeping a blog about doing it.
In the past two years, my grandparents on my mom’s side have been diagnosed with colon cancer/lung cancer (grandpa) and breast cancer (grandma) while my grandpa on my dad’s side may be suffering from dementia (he also has hearing loss and a growth on one ear which he refuses to see a doctor about). If anything, learning all of this has spurred me even more to eat better and stay active.
My junkfood intake has shrunk, but the meals we eat at home are still bad considering my dad is unable to bring himself to eat healthier and insists on full meals of red meats and starches, never mind him being diabetic (another thing that runs in the family). I don’t often drink sodas or eat loads of sweets, so there’s that.
I have to make a decision now, though. I can’t wait until I’m 30 years old and on the verge of a health crisis to care. I can’t wait until the shit hits the fan to do something about it. I cut out caffeine years ago, so I know I can cut out the rest of the junk. And, I know that once I do it, it will get much easier to stay healthy. Today, I did 40 push ups, 20 crunches, and 70 jumping jacks. I had the treadmill cleaned off to use, but my dad stacked all the junk back up on it after he took the console apart. But, this is where I’m starting and what I’m starting with: thin layer of belly fat, undefined muscle, uneven boobs caused by fat gain, and a stubborn family. This isn’t going to be easy.