fifi’s graffiti

Repeat after me:
My health is more important than…..[fill in the blank].
(almost everything I can think of?)

Two days after the heart-attack incident at work a former co-worker suffered an extremely high pulse rate and checked himself into a hospital. He was on the brink of having a stroke. This stuff scares me because these guys are not that much older than I am. I don’t want to be those guys, so this past week I’ve been attending to my own health. I hate exercise, but that’s what I need to do. My back and its bad disks always protest, but then they protest even when I don’t exercise. For the last three years I’ve been unable to sustain any kind of exercise routine for more than a week. I feel guilty, but I can’t get motivated. Now I’m concerned. So now I’m working on my baby steps of an exercise plan, telling myself anything is better than nothing. I’m trying not to overdo it the first week as I usually do, just a little, just around the block, just park farther away at work or at the store, ignore the elevator, take the steps. It remains to be seen whether or not I can continue.