All of a sudden I’m 60. Still, I play drums in 3 bands and that keeps me pretty fit. I’m still at the gym 2-3x a week to indulge my fitness obsession. I spin for 45 minutes and hit the weights for high rep sets (I can’t get too muscle-bound as it affects my drumming). When the weather is drier, I ride my road bike (a real one with a Campagnolo group set; none that other crap
I’ve been on prednisone for 8 months now that I’ve been diagnosed with PMR. I am on a low dose, fortunately. Unlike many others who have gained weight on the drug, I’ve not gained an ounce. Other than mood-related issues (prednisone really winds my patience spring tightly) it seems to be working for me.
Now, I’ve been vegetarian/pescatarian since 1984 and find that even when I bail from my fitness routine for a month or two (post-surgery, say), I still stay pretty fit. Food choices are just as key as exercise, in my view. No soda, no fast food, and only corn chips and dried fruit as my snack choice. OK…dark chocolate is a total guilty pleasure (and now that’s considered dodgy!!). My sisters and late mother tended towards heavy body types. My late father, my brother, and myself tended to stay slimmer although I was a heavier teenager (too many burgers and fries most likely). The last 40 years I’ve perhaps over-compensated.
I admit to borderline obsessive thought about weight gain and fitness and health in general. Yeah…even at 60. Cancer took my parents and all of their siblings, and heart issues are another bane of my family. Don’t get me wrong: I love to eat and I do enjoy Belgian beer and bourbon. Pizza, Indian food, Italian, Chinese…bring it on. Yet there’s a nagging voice in my head that keeps me from going too far calorie-wise. My wife thinks I need to be less concerned with this stuff, especially since I’m getting older!!
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