Terri’s View: This week, Ed and I said good-bye do a very dear childhood friend; both a husband and a father to a 9 year old daughter. He died at the tender age of 44. His untimely death I am sure has some of you thinking it must have been some sort of accident. Unfortunately, that was not the case; his death was due to poor lifestyle choices.
He was smoker on-and-off for many years and took too much of a liking to his cocktails. It is so hard to see someone pass when the cause was something that was within their control. Eventually we have to stop making the poor choices we made as young adults and those of us that keep making them into adulthood will sooner or later feel the consequences of our actions.
We all have some negative vices; whether it’s alcohol, gambling, smoking or, as in my case and probably the case of those of you reading this, eating. Sometimes it’s eating the things we know we shouldn’t or perhaps just too much food - even if it’s healthy. The difficult thing about eating addictions is that, unlike smoking or alcohol, food is something we must find a way to include in our everyday lives.
Not to diminish a smoking or alcohol addictions, but those vices don’t have to be in the house. However, we must eat. That is not a choice. But in order to do so in a healthy fashion, we have to find a way to come to terms with our demon. We need to find a way to a happy medium where we can eat and live. Even if that “happy” medium can be frustrating at times – sometimes, no matter how much I lose, I think large is smallest I’m getting.
As Ed is going to mention, it is crazy how people neglect the most important person of all: themselves. Men will take care of their “toys” – their cars and electronics – and women, as caregivers, will dote on everyone around them but fail to pay attention to their own needs. Women will make sure the needs of others are met before we even consider our own well-being. Many men will think nothing of laying down a few hundred dollars for the latest gizmo, but will balk at a $40 a month gym membership.
Why are we all guilty of this?
We all say tomorrow will come and I will “fix” it: I will quit smoking; I will start exercising; I will make healthy choices. But unfortunately for some of us, that “ah-ha moment” never does arrive. Not even after we become parents, which in itself, should wake us up to do whatever is in our power to spend as much time on this earth as we can. We never know when it will be our time to leave this earth. But we do know how to live a life that will enable us the most amount of time here as it is our freewill to make the right choices.
I implore anyone with an addiction that is beyond their control to get help. For me, it is eating and I still struggle almost daily. For my friend of almost 35 years, it is too late. But if you are reading this and you have an issue, it is not too late for you. Life is too short and too precious to continue on a self-destructive path.
Ed’s View: I was getting a cup of coffee one morning, when I pulled into a parking lot and saw 5 vintage cars. Some from the forties and 1 from the sixties all these looked like they had just come right out of the showroom. Entering the store, I knew right off the bat who the owners of these autos were: they were talking about their “pride and joy” as if they were alive - and to them I’m sure these cars were.
I was thinking about it and bet that each of them could drive their cars and know when something was wrong just by the feel and the sound. I’m not like that; when I hear a strange noise from my car, I just turn up the radio until the noise is gone. But my point is this: it is amazing what collectors of any type will do to take care of their possessions. They’ll clean it and display it proudly. These men were clearly careful about what they put into their car’s engine because they don’t want to damage them.
What further amazes me is that each of us has a priceless machine that we sometimes abuse it to the point of being sent to the junkyard. I think back to the times when I was abusing my body with the wrong foods and not exercising and how my “machine” gave me signs that something wasn’t right: I couldn’t breathe while taking a walk, my knees hurt, I wouldn’t even think of running.
But like the collectors of these vintage autos who find a broken down machine and see the beauty and potential in it, who with determination and work make their cars beautiful and functional, you can do the same thing. You can fuel your machine with the right foods and exercise to get the best performance out of yourself.
And, you can’t help but to stop and look when you see one of these machines. There is no better feeling when someone stops and looks at you to say how good you look!