Had my latest physical about a month ago, and to say the doctor was pleased with the results would be much like saying remaking Halloween was a good idea (hint: it wasn’t).Â Turns out, seven years of hard drinking isn’t good on the liver, and 30 years of eating like a trash compactor isn’t good on the rest of your body.
So, Nate’s getting healthy.Â In the past month, I’ve started running.Â A jog through my neighborhood covers 1.7 miles and takes about 15 minutes.Â After three weeks of taking the route every other day, walking on the off days, I’m ready to run it every weekday and walk on weekends.Â Then I’ll start extending my distance.Â It really is shocking how much better I feel in such a short amount of time.
Of course, running alone isn’t the best way to live forever.Â I’m now on a diet.Â I’m not just eating healthier, I’m eating less.Â The doctor said the key words were “portion control,” which I find more frightening than if he’s said “exploding bowels.”Â For thirty years, I’ve loved eating whatever giant slab of meat wasÂ shoved in front of me.Â Now, however, I can’t eat anything bigger than a deck of cards.Â Also, I can’t go snacking all day or eating three cups of Cheerios (dry, of course) for breakfast anymore.Â This is tough stuff, but I’m doing quite well so far, and I’ve only cried once or twice.
On a related front, I’ve decided to cut out both fast food and soda (this latterÂ choice inspired by Mike Oliveri).Â My hope is to drop some major pounds by the time the new year rolls around.Â
And the drinking.Â It’s done, for the most part.Â Aside from the occassional glass of wine with dinner or a trip to a con, alcohol is out of my life.Â I’ve officially gone a week without getting trashed, and it feels good.Â Damn, it’s embarrassing to think about how out of control my drinking was.Â You live and learn, I guess.Â Â
So there we go, my multi-pronged attack plan for getting in shape.Â Wish me luck!