At 53 years of age I have stepped up my game significantly. I cut out all gluten , I shake twice a day, a cabinet full of supplements that get used most days (unless I am fasting) and so on. I exercise like I am trying to murder myself and have moved from all weight training to a more mobility “slash” functional routine top it off with Yoga on Sundays . I do all these things because I am petrified of growing old. Why am I so petrified? well, its because I have seen what happens to older folks when the wheels come off and no, I don’t want to go there anytime soon. I was there when the doctor was coaching my dad on what to expect when they did his quadruple bypass (not pretty) and I know with out a doubt that I would rather die that have my sternum sawed open and my chest cavity exposed (until it happens of course) . Fear is what drives me and I am not ashamed to say it. The vitality part is just a bonus but hey, I look around at my demographic and not many guys out there can look straight down naked and still see their wiener (I’m not sure why this is so important to me, I mean there are mirrors that make this easy) .
My best friend James is the polar opposite. He believes the advantage to taking his diabetes meds is that it corrects his blood sugar levels enough to allow him to eat more sugar. He cant see his wiener when he looks downward nakedly and he doesn’t seem too panicked about any of it. I try to preach to him the prevailing guru health think but he just shrugs and says “dude we all get old ..chill”! Chill ? Really..? this cant be the answer . I mean I saw the movie 300 and all those old Senators still had six packs .
Peace
an active lifestyle. 