Having reached my thirties, it's become apparent to me that I've lost a step and the body is not as agile as before. I used to spike a volleyball with much authority, but in the volleyball league I play in weekly, I have been relegated to setting the young bucks. I've also become ineffective in blocking. This is indicative of my body slowing down and possibly detiorating. Since I turned 30, I go for annual check ups and for the most part, everything is running like a Ford Mustang.
Regardless of how I'm motoring along, it's at this age where you really need to focus on your health. The problem with the word "healthcare" is that you're not really caring for your health. Usually you go in to see the doc when it's to late or something manifests itself to bother you enough to make the appointment. Things begin to slide when you're in your 30s because our body starts to show more of the wear and tear, as well as symptoms of all the carcinogens and everything toxic our environment pounds at us on a daily basis. If you live in NYC, I'm sure it's amplified with our bodies walking on cement, listening to noise pollution and breathing in car fumes.
Much of my motivation is to get healther and maintain the health. What makes it more difficult in addition to the aforementioned facts is that both work and personal lifestyle increases the gradient towards good health. Living in NYC, I eat out a lot because of work and also because I am a terrible cook which many ladies can testify to. With all these hurdles, I've been able to pull my ass out of bed and off the sofa. Last night I went to bed angry and I woke up at 5am without the alarm because I had slacked off with my workouts the past week. I could feel my waist line expand as a result of my food and alcohol consumption last week. I realized last night, as I sat at the end of a bar that I had drank alcohol for 8 straight days. That's why I was angry.
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