Listen up, this post is probably going to be offensive to some people, I am sure. I have something to say and its a hard thing to say nicely or prettily. If you get offended easily, just stop reading now.
My cat is recovering from surgery to both eyes. He has a cone and stitches and he looks like Frankenkitty. He had a very painful condition where his lower eyelid actually started to curl down and into his eye so that his fur was rubbing and pushing against the eye, causing ulcers. Think about it, it makes me shudder to think how much pain the little guy was in. Well, it cost about a month’s income for me to have it fixed, a situation which has not been easy and one which I am not overly happy about. But what was I going to do? I couldn’t let the problem continue and I wasn’t about to put him down. You see, when you have a pet, you accept responsibility for its wellness.
Responsibility. Yeah, it’s a word that rates right up there with discipline for popular appeal.
My father passed away a little less than a year ago. His whole life he was very fit and he ate right and stuff, but he got a very aggressive form of cancer, and exercise and diet and health probably didn’t matter that much. I am sure that they gained him some extra time, but there was just nothing to be done, his death wasn’t preventable.
But there are a lot of deaths that are. Too many. Way too many. Too many people die from diseases directly related to how they live their life. Directly related to what they eat and drink, their (in)activity level, their stress level.
Responsibility. You have a responsibility to take care of your self. That responsibility is not to yourself. It is to your family-your spouse, your kids. When you marry or have kids, your life is not yours any longer. You don’t get to say things like “its my body” or “I don’t have time” or “its too hard” or “I’m only hurting myself”, because none of that is your choice anymore. You have a moral obligation to take care of yourself. Just like I did with my cat. And don’t give me any shit about being single or childless. You very well may be married and have children someday. The responsibility is the same.
My family is devastated by my father’s death, of course. Are you going to visit that pain on your family because you like to eat cheetos and drink? Are you going to miss graduations and weddings and the everyday interaction and love that makes life special because you can’t get off your ass? Because exercise is too hard, or you can’t find the time? Bullshit, grow up, get a little discipline. You have a responsibility that goes way beyond putting food on the table, or paying the rent, or getting life insurance, or whatever. A responsibility to be healthy and fit and happy. A massive responsibility to all those who love or depend on you that you will be around for as long as you possibly can be.
I look around me everyday and I see people that are overweight and underfit. They probably have, or soon will, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and a host of other problems. Problems? Precursors to an early death is a more to the truth. Yeah, you can call me an alarmist, or a stormcrow, or a pessimist, or an insensitive jerk, but it doesn’t matter because unfortunately I am right. I swear, sometimes I know exactly how Cassandra felt. I want to grab these people and shake them and demand, “what are you doing?”, and scream at them, “get it together”.
So get it together. Get off the couch, turn off the TV, stub out your cigarette, throw out the crap in your fridge and pantry, and get it together. Live up to your responsibilities. When you finally shuck off the mortal coil, it had better be from something that you had no control over.
Work up to a 1RM
On the minute for 10 minutes
1 Squat Snatch @ 80% 1RM
10, 8, 6, 4, 2
Ball Slam 40/25#