An Exercise In, Well Exercise

The gentleman on the left in the pink shirt is Jose, and he is my motivation.

Let's face it, Benjamin Button aside, we all have one thing in common, we ain't getting any younger. I understand that as well as anyone else who is, um, 39 years old. I've managed to more or less maintain my weight over the last few years, although not through exercise, it has been through eating less, especially of those foods that I really enjoy ... like ice cream and pizza.

This is what I think, I may be wrong, but this is what I think anyway. Medical science has come a long way just in the time I've been I've been alive. I think it is likely I can carry most of the level of activity I enjoy now well into my 80s. Probably they'll invent an exercise pill, although activity will remain good for you. What to do until then?

Enter my dancing friend Jose. Jose is a bicycle enthusiast. He trains and rides constantly, many times riding over a hundred miles in a week. Jose does this because he likes to bike, many people do. As a by product of his biking constantly, he is in really good shape. Jose is just a bit older than I am, but in significantly better shape. Here is the kicker, because Jose is in such good shape, and keeps exercising, it has an interesting side effect; he eats whatever he wants, in the quantity he wants, when he wants to.

I've started exercising. Not for any higher reason, for good health, or because it is the right thing to do. It's all about the ice cream and pizza. If I can manage to get myself exercising regularly and mildly vigorously, plus walking and dancing, I should be able to burn off an extra 1500 calories a week. That will offset a lot of extra treats.

Who knows, maybe I'll even look and feel better too.