I don't want to live to 110 having a tube stuck up my nose for the last 20 yrs..... no sir, i'd rather go through the gates of hell at 65, on my bike, whiskey in one hand, burger in the other, sexy chick sat behind with her thighs wrapped round my fat white arse with AD/DC playing......
My old man is now 83 and has had a heart bypass, stents and has type 2 diabetes all because he can’t stop eating this sort of fried shite. I want to live a long healthy life and I’m afraid to do that I have to exercise some restraint, I’m currently 54 years old 5’8” and under 11 stone. My Dad at my age and the same height was 15 stone. Once you’re past 50 it’s bloody difficult to shift the weight.
Then you’ve got a great opportunity to make some sensible choices now that will have a major impact on later life.
I really love a full English breakfast and have to restrict myself to only the occasional endulgence. Unfortunately when you do over endulge your body will let definitely let you know. If you are lucky you will survive to live a few more days, months and years......
im a nurse, I've see young fit people die of heart attacks and elderly obese individuals in their 90's. Nothing is guaranteed but im not in the habit of missing out on the now because it may or may not affect my life expectancy. If I did, I wouldn't have just got my motorbike licence and my America. On a different note;
If the morrisons breakfast isn't quite big enough; Hungry hossee, corby about 10 miles from me (Scottish accent not required btw). Weighing in at a whopping three kilos (7500 cals), it includes; three sausages, three beef burgers, three fried eggs, three rashers of bacon, three slices of black pudding, three square sausages, three portions of beans three portions of mushrooms. three potato waffles, three potato scones, three hash browns, three portions of fried bread, three rounds of bread and butter and three rounds of toast.
Quite a fatalist point of view dude. The problem with that is we don’t know when that point of finality is due to happen, thereby rendering all efforts and planning pointless... Shall I save to buy a new motorcycle? Well if I’m supposed to have one, then I will get one, but if I save for one, I could be hit by several expensive episodes that will deplete my funds so that I never afford one, so what’s the point? The point is the same in health, do you “save” for a healthy future or “spend” and trust to fate? Personally, I do a bit of both... I’m not adverse unhealthily lifestyle, just not all the time. I’m fat, but not excessively so! I continue to exercise, but not excessively so. When I feel his starchy tendrils drawing me to the final Digestivo, I want to have tasted as much of the meal as possible.
My risk taking has tempered a little as I grow older, I like to ride and drive fast, however there ARE more cars on the road, I choose very carefully when and where I cut loose. I still eat dirty burgers at 1am after a gig... but I don’t eat whole vienettas anymore... that kinda balance instead of feast/famine just suits me... Sorta... Errr...
The reason I reign myself in every so often is because I don’t like the way I look or feel. If carrying too much weight stops me from doing stuff then I try & lose it. My weight has varied from 15 to 19.5 stone since my 40’s, currently sat around 16 stone, could do with being 15! There is no black magic involved in losing weight, its eat less shite & move a bit more!
