There have been two helpful things which my Dad has taught me to date…
- When walking down a steep hill adopt a sideways ‘crab-like’ walk to avoid falling down said hill
- If ever the genie in the bottle scenario turns up on your doorstop. Don’t wish for a thousand wishes, or more money. Instead wish for good health, without your health you can’t do anything.
Now this coming from a man who smoked about 20 cigarettes a day is kind of ironic, I agree. However, my experience over the past five days has shown me that even being slightly run down can make you a lot less productive and, well, a helluva lot grumpy.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve not been properly, properly ill. But a migraine, awful skin, the mother of all sore throats, a cold and an, er, ladies complaint are all signs that my body is supremely run down. I’m not sure why I’m surprised at this. I’ve not been exercising, I’ve been mainlining coffee and taking the ‘oh go on then, I deserve it’ approach to treats for a few months now. Yes, I have truly taken a tumble from the wagon.
And, I don’t like it. My Dad was right, in this instance, without your health you don’t have anything. Plus, there is the slight alterior motive of wanting to look uh-mayzing on our forthcoming January holiday. So from now on if you see me slacking, eating crap and not getting my five a day. Feel free to lambast me. Expect lots of photos of annoyingly healthy foods and exercise updates on my Twitter on Facebook feed.
Yours healthily with granola and juice…