Generally the land of the belligerent man is a place for sarcasm and side notes that go along with my quite happy life. I mean lets face the truth. I have a great weefe that I have been with for well over 10 years and I am happy today as the first day we met. I have 2 lovely daughters who are much brighter and more colorful than I could have ever dreamed of and I am expecting a 3rd in the coming months. My mother lives with us and although that sometimes drives us all a little batty (probably her the most) it is wonderful for all of us. I have a great job that I enjoy and I like my small group of comrades as well.
All in all I have very little to complain about. I would say I lead a mentally healthy life overall. Of course it has some pitfalls (Every time I type or say that word I think of swinging over some alligators while racing against a pointless clock!) with most of them being lodged deep inside my own terribly flawed brain but such is life.
However, one area I need to get on the stick – physical health. True I have no health problems. I see the doctor 2 times a year for check ups and my blood pressure and cholesterol check out just fine. I can still keep up with my kids and my clothing size has not changed in the last 5 years. Age though is catching up. My ability to bounce back and recover every day or every hour is not as great as it once was. So I can either get on HGH and lie to congress, very tempting or get my ass in some better shape. I do verbalize this ever and I am hoping by typing this out it will give me a little more motivation to stay on course. Nothing crazier, eat better, daily exercise. Simple, right?