I am still falling victim to the shock and awe when I look down to the corner of my computer and see, to my surprise, that it is Friday again. Time is going by fast. I want to thank everyone for the messages. Yes, we are okay. I just simply have not had as much time to write in the last few weeks. The fact of the matter is that I have starting working out every morning. Yes, for those following my ritual of self abuse, I am back to the Insanity workouts regimen. Even when I am up at 3:30, by the time I answer the email that I have time to answer, I address some issues at work and I spend 30 to 45 minutes working out it is already time to go upstairs, shower, and get the twerplets ready.
It doesn't leave time for writing.
I know, I know. What does that have to do with you? Why should my change in schedule detract from your moment of enjoyment by peering in and laughing at the nonsensical chaos that is our lives.
Well, here is the deal-io.
I am pushing 40.
Yep you heard it here first. Little Marky is just a month away from turning the big 4 - 0. Oh don't get me wrong. You probably think this working out thing is some mid-life crisis. Here goes Mark trying to hang onto his youth by getting ripped.
Yeah, I wish it was that simple. No, you see, I am old. I think 40 might actually even mark the occasion officially. But, still, age is not the issue.
You remember a little over a year ago when I had that little heart episode? I started working out. I changed my diet. I lost 30 pounds. I did it all to avoid taking high blood pressure medicine for the rest of my life and to reduce my cholesterol. Well, I fell off the wagon, put on 15 pounds, and began slathering my arteries with butter again.
So, I figure 40 is kind of a major milestone in my health and I will be going in for a complete workup, plus what I am sure will be hours of abusive and embarrassing medical fun. So, I am prepping for the test, if you will. How healthy can I become before I turn 40? How many years of abuse can I hide?
The fact of the matter is that I want to be around for my family. I want to be here.
And, in the short term, it means a few less entries in my blog as I prepare to write many more in the future.
My family is my first purpose and I don't want to miss it.