Today is a powerful reminder of how your short-term actions impact your long-term direction. Dad died yesterday, peacefully, following a long struggle with diabetes, liver disease and a weakened heart. He was 68.
My Dad’s first heart attack was when he was 49. One of his favourite phrases when I was younger was ‘forewarned is forearmed’; I feel frustration and disappointment that he took no heed when the warning came. Once back on his feet, he dismissed healthy actions with the notion that an extra six months of life wasn’t worth the well-intentioned misery.
At 59 it was crystal clear that changes needed to be made and at 64 it seemed sadly too late. His last years weren’t spent happily indulging in vices, they saw him bouncing between clinics trying to untangle a complex web of chronic conditions. The common factor? Weight and inactivity.
Today is my 44th birthday. I’m overweight and I don’t exercise enough.
Forewarned is forearmed.