About six months ago I had my annual physical and my doctor yelled at me. She told me that I was too, heavy, that my blood pressure was too high and that I needed to lower my cholesterol—among other things. This was more than a bit depressing for me, as I had convinced myself that I was doing all the right things, by going to the gym four or five times a week and avoiding a lot of sweets. So I wondered aloud what I could do to turn things around. Without any hesitation, she recommend that I join Fitness Together, noting that she was a member and thought it was great.
So, I took her advice and I am delighted to say that she was right. I had my follow up appointment today and here are the numbers: I’ve dropped from 205 pounds to 184.* My blood pressure is 120 over 78.* My total cholesterol is down from 219 to 160.*
But beyond the numbers, I feel great! I’ve always been interested in athletics, but I’ve never been an athlete. Like so many, I’ve had my excuses. (Good ones, too, including two broken legs, a broken hip, a broken wrist and, last summer, a broken foot. And a busy job, a wife and two kids.) But at age 57, what exactly was I waiting for?
I love and look forward to each and every session—even though they’re at 6:00 AM. My trainer, Elisa, is fabulous. Every routine is thoughtfully and deliberately designed to address an important issue. She mixes in equal doses of positive feedback, encouragement and fun. And she yells at me (nicely) when I need to get through another rep and it seems impossible. She has also been a great resource for me when it comes to my diet and nutrition. In other words, she’s a great teacher who sees the total person.
In sum, I feel better than I have in years. I still have a long way to go to achieve all my goals, but I’m stronger, more fit than I’ve ever been. My wife has been fabulous supporting me (even though I have a fair amount of life insurance). And my daughter capped it all for me a couple of weeks ago. Moving her from one third floor apartment to another, I didn’t break any bones, didn’t drop any boxes of dishes and, more or less, kept up with her boyfriend. She paid me for all the toil and trouble of the move when she told me she was really proud of me. Can’t beat that!