So I was thinking the other day it’s coming up on 23 years since my father Brian Kenneth Savage died. I’ll have to check on the day but I think it was May 1986. It’s strange because I was about 13 or 14 when he died and yet he seems so much older and smarter than I was then. My mother has given me some of his identification cards, drivers license, firearm permit, college ID and passport over the years but it never hit me until recently that he died at the age of 36. My brothers and I were 13, 9 and 7 years old when he died. My son Jakob is 6 1/2. I’m 37 now. What a weird time.
So I managed to live longer than my father has and it seems strange as if I am on borrowed time. My father and I share many traits in life and our careers. Height, body type, career, bad eating habits and for me lately lack of exercise. So at this point in my life I can see that we both work long hours and don’t take care of ourselves as best as we can. Of course doctors and family members say that I need to get in better shape and I feel healthy most of the time but I do have type 2 diabetes basically from my weight. Currently I weigh 350 pounds. About six years ago I weighed 295 pounds and was in very good shape. I was the strongest I’ve ever been in my life and I could run 5 miles in about 35 to 40 minutes and I did that fairly often. After our son was born, I spent more time with our new baby then I did taking care of myself and maintaining my health and fitness. I think my relationship with my wife also began to change at this time. But that’s another post.
So why am I writing this?
I developed type 2 diabetes when I first got married in 2000 because of the weight I gained. I wasn’t diagnosed until after our honeymoon when I finally went to the doctors to find out why I always fell asleep after eating and I would get shaky if I didn’t eat routinely during the day. It is now gotten to the point where there’s been a few times that I haven’t eaten in time and have become very lethargic, confused and close to passing out. It’s called hypoglycemic and it’s dangerous. Also with the situation with my wife Erin, I think with the extra stress I’ve developed a weird feeling in my chest as if my heart flutters for a second or two. I got this checked out and was told its heart palpitations and could be related to stress, too much caffeine energy drinks or something more serious. I was told to relax and eat better and “try to get out and enjoy life a little more with the joy of walking.”
So now at the age of 37 it seems like I don’t take people’s advice to often including doctors and my health and fitness level have dropped dramatically over the last six years. So I’m writing this to scare the shit out of myself and convince myself to start exercising more and cut out the fast food that it seems like I live on lately. Oh sure I get a gym membership. I’m paying $75 a month for Boston sports club and have only been there a few times in the last four months. Getting out first thing in the morning and taking a walk or going over to the apartment health club and getting on a treadmill or elliptical machine would do great for me and my health in the morning.
Even my son Jakob says he wants to go over to the gym and work out with me.
How much more motivation do I need?
So as I sit here in my apartment living alone I turned on the TV and strangely enough the Shawshank Redemption movie was on HBO and it was at the park where Morgan Freeman’s character says “get busy living or get busy dying.” I shut the TV off right away sat in the dark thinking for 20 minutes and decided to write this post to get mass out of bed tomorrow morning at work out and start making some changes. If you care I’ll let you know how it goes.