That's right...this year I will finally turn 30.
I never ever ever had a problem with the thought of turning 30. 30 isn't old...it's just another year, right? That was my mindset until today. I just realized that I will turn 30 this year and that means I'm no longer immortal....or something like that.
I can feel the cigarette build up in my lungs causing my lungs to swell up, constricting air flow while bulging out and pushing on my heart that is full of umpteen years of double cheeseburgers and cheesy beefy melts while trying to pump the blood that is made up of mostly salsitas cheese sauce by now. All being fueled on by coca-cola.
So, with my new found fear of my body giving out...I think I might try to take care of it. But, I'm not sure how to start. I don't cook, so I'm really limited to eating whatever Chris puts on my plate. And, I don't think I have the will power to give up my bag of popcorn covered in garlic salt and parmesean cheese a night. Maybe I should start with exercising or something. I've tried it in the past and even managed to stick it out for like a week!
Any suggestions of where to start? And give me some kind of realistic benchmark here people. Keep in mind that I do work and have three kids. So, I am most definately NOT getting up to do a morning jog at 6. Or at any point in the morning. I wish I had me a sweatin' to the oldies tape.