GO SQUAT YOURSELF SILLY
So, while I did reevaluate my general health after learning about my neighbor’s passing, I have no illusions that the solutions are in the frequently watched TikTok movies of a 20-something influence squatting very heavy weights in sponsored sportswear outfits.
I don’t want to claim that I gained this much diameter without any justification, despite the fact that I do believe that a healthier diet and more strenuous exercise can help me avoid spiraling into rotundness.
Yes, it may sound like a stupid dad’s lamentation and excuses, but work and being a manifest husband and father take a lot of time. And it is time well spent.
Plus, it’s not like I’ve utterly abandoned the notion of general health. I’m still making my best effort to incorporate some strength training into my HDB estate’s courtyard whenever I have the chance to jump those stupid cannonballs.
But alas, it appears it is still not generally sufficient- and I am aware of the shortcomings of an “optimised” training programme designed to keep baseline fitness, or more, the bare minimum, alive. This is especially true when my metabolism is now plodding along like a tired war horse on its last offer mission. And even when I do, these ancient bones creak with the sound of old wounds, which, combined with my healing price, guarantee that I walk like a floppy animal for three days more than I may.
So what is much then? What really matters to you depends, in my opinion, on what you truly believe to be significant.