I'm a baby boomer. Yep that's right. Raised in Oregon at the end of the hard core hippie era. I wasn't one myself, but was influenced by the era of flowers, back to nature, love and peace... stuff a person wouldn't really understand unless you were there during that time. Why else would you secretly admire the girlfriend with long wild curly hair who had the guts to not shave her legs?
Wow, I digress.
My dad had a 1954 Ford and somehow I personally identified with the vehicle. It was a beautiful ... dark navy blue. It was hallowed ground. We weren't allowed to eat or drink in it. The car was his treasure.
Where is it now? Crushed? Recycled?
I was born in 1954. I think about that car. What if it were cared for and still around like a classic car? and what about my 1954 body?
I'm still here, 56 years later, with the same body I started out with, only older. I can't buy a new one. Am I going to take really good care of my body? Is national health care going to take care of my body? No, I am responsible for the choices I make and what I do to myself, and my body. During my life, I have been in really good shape, and not so good shape. I'm 56. How many really active years can I realistically forward to? 14? 24? 34? Part of it's just life, but a lot of it is my choice and to quote the title on Joyce Vedral's book, it's Now or Never. Right now I'm in not so good shape and I'm starting the Body for Life 12 week program tomorrow. I have a lot to do today to get ready, so I'll sign off for now. http://www.bodyforlife.com/
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