Recently I've become disgusted with my... well, let's say "shape."  Over the years, not unlike most men, I've put on a few pounds.  I never really thought anything of it until the past few years.

I try to eat healthy, or maybe I should say, I try to not eat crap.  It's not as easy as it sounds.  When you have ten minutes most workdays to stuff something down your throat, making a nice healthy meal isn't always in the cards.  I try to stay active as well but there isn't anything I want to do less after a hard day of work than to work out.  Go to a gym?  Forget about it.  The thought of giving up my hard earned money each month to go sit in other people's sweat and watch people show off the body that I want makes me shiver.  In the past I've worked hard to shed a few pounds only to plateau which leads to frustration and giving up.

OK, yes I am full of excuses.  So what makes me keep trying?  8 years ago to the day my father passed away from heart disease.  My dad was not overweight but this disease runs in the family.  If I want any chance of seeing my 60's I need to stay in shape and monitor my cardiovascular health.  I'm in my mid-30s now and this is when our choices start to catch up with us.  I'm lucky that my choices haven't caught up with me yet and I can't let them.

Staying healthy is not an easy venture.  It's harder work than it has to be but I'm going to give it another try.  I'm going to ride my exercise bike nightly, go for walks when I can, find other ways to stay active, and most importantly be more conscious of my diet.  Not because I want to but because I have to.  Wish me luck!