My parents got an email this morning from some old neighbors. The email said that one of the men in the neighborhood suffered a heart attack yesterday and died. He was 35 years old, had a wife and 3 kids, and was in excellent shape.
I really only met the guy once, but it's still very sad. To pass away at such a young age is devastating. I can't even imagine what his family is going through right now.
And it got me thinking: I'm in terrible shape. I've probably gained 10 lbs in the last year or so, and when I look in the mirror I am ashamed. Lately I've been telling myself that my habits are okay for now because I'm moving to Japan soon. My mind was of the thought that I will move there and instantly start losing weight and be in much better shape. But assumptions and expectations alone are not enough to make a difference. It takes action.
This in mind, I have committed myself to working out everyday up until Japan - and hopefully beyond. I've already cut soda out of my diet (haven't had one since 09 March 2011), and I'm looking to ingest less food in general. Lately I've been eating to levels of uncomfortableness... so no more of that.
I'm not sure if I'm going to start jogging or riding my bike, but I am definitely going to take up one of them because my current lifestyle is unhealthy. I am oftentimes lethargic, sore, and my overall complexion is somewhat dull and lifeless.
All I know is that I cannot continue on like I have been. Something's gotta give.
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