What I Need To Do

I wish that I could be a vegetarian and have been for a few months at a time over the last few years.  The only problem is I like hamburgers, Granville's Bacon Blue   (no bacon and no blue, to be specific) and chicken.  Other than those two things it wouldn't be a problem.  When I am a vegetarian I feel better, my skin doesn't act up and my mind is much clearer.  

One week about 2 years ago I decided that I needed to train for a triathlon.  I bought a racing bathing suit, hand paddles and training fins.  I put all of it on (with my nose clip, swimmer's cap and goggles) and lap swam at my local park.  (If the pool was good enough for the high school swim team, I thought it would be a satisfactory place to start my Ironman career.)  I road my bike with my ipod's energy playlist pumping in my ears and trotted around the park in my nifty and cute jogging outfit.  That episode lasted about three days.  I didn't like the effect of the pool water on my hair, to sweat or being hot.  I discovered that I am allergic to exercise.  If there were anything other activity that regularly caused perspiration it would be called an allergic reaction and I would be advised not to continue.  Yet exercise isn't reviewed in the same light.

Despite my cat-like agility, I am getting older and need to pay attention to what I am doing (or not doing).  I need to do yoga for flexibility, meditate, strength train, weight bearing cardiovascular exercise, be a vegetarian (ayurvedic dosha specific), eat organic, monitor all the environmental toxins and keep up with my supplements. (Please hold while I have a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.)

I wonder if I tabulate the amount of time that I would spend exercising and subtract it from the amount of time that the length of my life would increase by, would I break even?  Essentially making exercise a waste of time.  I suppose the quality of my later years is the real issue.  I need to get it together.  (Roll my eyes.)  

I think what will ultimately motivate me is vanity.  I just put on shorts today, I have been putting this event off as log as possible, and caught a glimpse of my short, stout, potato picking legs.  That vision, coupled with a few candid photos that were able to catch the most flattering angle of my 2nd and what will soon become my 3rd chin is the cherry on the sundae. (Maybe I should have a sundae before I really get going?)  

Something must be done.  Too bad I can't delegate these responsibilities.