The world celebrated Valentine's Day yesterday. A friend of mine calls it Singles Awareness Day. But that was yesterday thirty-one days away from my birthday.
This life's journey is always full of surprises. I used to hate the unknown. We fear what we do not know when we should embrace the ambiguity the unknown presents. I would have never expected twenty months and three days ago, the date of my surgery, that my neck size would be too small for to find shirts that fit my neck and arms. Twenty months ago, my neck was nine inches larger. Who knew then that I would be able to burn 700 calories five times this week doing aerobic workouts? Definitely not me. I could barely walk upstairs to my bedroom without experiencing pain in my legs or back. I ate so much food twenty months ago that my bowels began moving the moment my car pulled into the garage. I had to race to reach the bathroom. I ate so much food incontinence was my constant companion. Twenty months ago, the good folks at Southwest Airlines humiliated me by making me buy an extra seat due to my size. It did not matter that the flights were not full. According to Oscar, at the Austin Airport, this was for my "safety and comfort." My humiliation on those two flights began my downward spiral to bottom. That humiliation cost Southwest Airlines over 200 legs flown on their competition. I am grateful to Oscar. He was doing his job and remained empathetic. Although, it was a horrible thing to do a person. How much business has that cost Southwest. This was part of my journey twenty months ago that helped me get to bottom.
Today, marks thirty days from my thirtieth birthday. Makes sense today is a Thursday. I was born on a Thursday minutes after midnight. What is different today than two years ago? A million and one better choices. I went to sleep and woke up at normal times. Went to a sensible lunch with a friend. Worked hard at work. Reconnected with an old friend, John at Running Fit in Ann Arbor (www.runningfit.com). Sweated and worked my tail off this evening at RPM class. I want to get a shirt made that says RPM Masochist. The instructors can wear shirts that RPM Sadists. We are willing participants. This was my third workout of the week with three more scheduled. I exercised more this week than I did all year two years ago or three years ago. More than in the five years prior to my surgery. Reaching thirty is a milestone I was not sure I'd reach two years ago. According to realage.com my physiological age equals 19 years; ten years younger than I actually am. When I first took their test years ago, my physiological age was seven years older than my biological age. A million small decisions equal big results. Imagine what we could do if we all work together to achieve big results.
Help me celebrate my thirty day countdown by joining me in an RPM class sometime at Golds. Or go for a walk with your family. Start the Body for Life Challenge. Eat a piece of fruit instead pie. Eat something broiled instead fried. Make the first choice toward your one million better choices. They add up.
Friday is the final day to vote for the Most Eligible Bachelor in Central Texas. Voting is your sovereign franchise to exercise. Thank for you for voting.
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