This is normal and natural.
Falling apart is life’s way of preparing us for death, when we look at our situation and decide it’s better to die than go through any more of the crap we may be facing.
You think back to a time when playing flag football on a beach was no big deal. You walked out to the beach and started throwing the damn ball. Done. if there was no ball, there was a Frisbee. If not that then rocks. Whatever.
There was no shoulder pain, no need to warm up. The joints were healthy, the mind free of all the bullshit that accumulates over time, like clothing you never wear but never seem to get rid of.
Stay in this mindset long enough and you fall into the rumination pit. So get out before it’s too late.
You know where you are, what the situation is, where you are in the scheme of life. The best you can do is mitigate the damage.
By changing everything about your life, excluding nothing.
You will transition from loving meals to hating them. Taking its place will be the shrinking waistline, improved mobility, and absence of adult onset diabetes.
This is why older people are so often heard ordering “fabulous salads” at dinner, when you know they want that rib-eye and mashed potatoes.
It’s a mind trick we all ply on ourselves to get through the payment process to good health.
Then there’s the gym. Yea, the gym. As in you’ll have to go to the gym all the time – and I mean all the time – because anything less than 5 days a week constitutes weekend warrior status, which is worse than not doing anything at all.
If you don’t believe me, try it.
And don’t get me started on how much sleep you’ll need to recover or how much you’ll have to pay a personal trainer to keep you on track.
And did I mention friends, wives and/or girlfriends?
Yea, that too. You’ll need new friends who live healthy lifestyles or you will drop your fitness routine faster than your next heart attack.
And this applies to the significant other in your life. If she’s a fat-ass, you’ll follow suit.
Fitness couples are like codependents. Some think of AA sponsors.
It’s that important.
So now you hate to eat, must face a gym 5 days a week, establish new friendships, and perhaps, find a new wife.
This is when many older men find a therapist and buy an apartment for a stripper.
After all of this is done, you have to be able to let go.
Of everything. Of fate. Inevitability.
You have to accept where you are and go out doing things you love…even if doing them will kill you.
It’s not like you wouldn’t be there already of you hadn’t paid the aforementioned price.