The other day for some reason, I was thinking of Jack LaLanne, the fitness guru from the 50’s. Maybe it’s because I watch health nuts jog by from my sedentary perch in the bridge tower every day. I ought to jog, but I know myself well enough to admit that I never have and never will. Jack LaLanne died at the ripe old age of 96. I doubt I’ll make it that far.
And then there’s Robert Atkins, of Atkins Diet fame, who, despite a history of heart attack, congestive heart failure, and hypertension, still believed in his controversial diet when he died at the age of 72.
Eventually, death comes for us all. That’s a fact most people don’t care to examine very closely. If you think you can jog your way to immortality, you are sadly mistaken.
I’m not saying that one shouldn’t exercise and have a proper diet in whatever form you feel that should take. These things will no doubt improve your quality of life while you are living it. But you’re still going to age. You’re still going to punch your ticket sooner or later. And all the good health in the world isn’t going to prevent you from being taken out by a cross town bus.
So make healthy choices, by all means, but every now and then, stop jogging long enough to smell the roses, and stop dieting long enough to eat the occasional bowl of coffee ice cream. Because life is what you’re living right now. Savor it.