I’m concerned about my health. I’m full of the flu, with the headaches, aching limbs, sore throat and the list goes on.
But the flu isn’t my main concern just now. What is my main concern is that I’ve fallen foul of the flu more times in the past two years than the preceeding twenty-seven I’ve had on this planet.
I know I’m not really looking after myself. I’m overweight, I don’t really eat all that healthily and I get next to no exercise. And I have to admit I’m starting to get a bit worried that whenever Ruth and I have children, that I won’t be around to see much of their growing up.
Maybe I’m looking too much into this but my priorities have to change. I’m a married man now and one day I’m going to be a father. I owe it to my future family to change my habits so that I don’t have to worry about checking out anytime soon.
Easier said than done. One of the barriers holding me back for the new slim BigAl is willpower. Or the alarming lack of it. I have to remind myself all the time that junk food (apart from being bad for me) just doesn’t taste all that good.
Still, I’ll have to start somewhere. So, for those of you who know me, when you see me about to tuck in to a can of fizzy, chocolate, fast food or anything else that just ain’t good, you’re going to have to stop me.
Good Luck.
BigAl