I was 53 when I finally got serious about taking care of myself.
Not 23.
Not 33.
Fifty-three.
I was nearly 100 pounds heavier than I am today. I had type 2 diabetes. My feet hurt. My knee hurt. My back hurt. My shoulder hurt.
There were surgeries being discussed for several of those problems.
I could have looked at all of that and thought, “Well, I guess this is what getting older looks like.”
I’m very glad I didn’t.
Because my life today at 72 looks remarkably different from the future I imagined back then.
