Every two or three years, I shave my beard.
Typically, it’s because I’ve gotten fed up with something and want to start with a clean slate. In this case, I want to rededicate myself to physical fitness, to look better and feel better about myself.
My father once said, “One of the best things about being a man is facial hair, the ability to change your look on a whim.” As he and I learned, it may be true about beards, but it’s much harder to change one’s body.
If Ozembic was $25 or even $59.99 per month, I might consider it. I’d rather give myself a shot than go to the gym three days a week. Let’s be honest: working out can be satisfying, social and spiritually uplifting, but lifting heavy weights over one’s head until we cannot do it anymore is not most people’s idea of a good time.
Still, I will do it.
For the last month, Beth and I have walked 60-90 minutes per day. We like it. Sometimes, we combine picking up litter with our walks, so as to make it even more efficient.
Sadly, though, my life as a local litter collector (plus cutting down on bread and pasta) have not helped me to look better, though I DO feel better. Hey, one out of two ain’t bad! And it is worth mentioning that all my bloodwork says I’m doing great for a 63 year old fellow.
So, having shaved off my beard, I’ll return to the gym. Knowing myself, I will move from a state of resignation to one of acceptance and, maybe, some joy and self love. I will feel better and see changes and that will motivate me to keep going.
Let’s see what happens!
