OK, I hesitate to do this; but here goes!
I weighed in this morning at 230 pounds – stripped nekked. I was 5′ 10″ for most of my life, but I think I’ve shrunk an inch by now. So, that’s a terrible BMI.
After being away from it for years, I re-joined my gym last week. Today I launch my plan to regain six years – to live to 91 rather than the current projected 85.
I’ll be working with weights three days a week (under the supervision of a trainer who is old-folks friendly), and I’ll do cardio five days a week. I’ll also be doing one more thing that I’ve had recommended to me a number of times, but I never tried it. I’m going to eat five small meals a day at three-hour intervals rather than the customary three bigger ones.
None of this is new to me (except for the five meals). I ran for exercise for more than 20 years, getting up to half-marathon distances. I played at least three sports all through high school (and actually started when I was about 12 years old as a midget and little league player). And I’ve probably logged at least 10 years of weight training along the way.
At age 70 I decided to run the Peachtree Road Race one more time, after an absence of more than 30 years. So, I started training and got up to four miles without resting. However, I was really straining my capacity – so much so that I quit. I didn’t realize it at the time, but aortic stenosis was limiting the amount of oxygen I needed to run that distance.
Last year I got the heart fixed, but I’m not going to run again. I don’t think the knees will take it at this age. However, I think these light exercises in my current plan are absolutely necessary. I don’t like to do it anymore, but I’m going to.
My discipline about this stuff has gone to hell, so I’m posting this to help that. Wish me well.🙏