At 42, I'd decided to just give up, and get fat and lazy.
Then, I moved here, and started running into some of the world's military elite troops. Some of them are 40s-50s and in marvelous shape. Then, I started working out at their gym.
Now, at 44, I'm in nearly the best shape of my life, and I was a college athlete.
Resting heart rate of 41. BP of 117 over 48. 2 mile run time of around 13:30. Weight at 5'9" of 170, down from 234.
And all of this with an untreated fractured vertebrate, that impinges on my sciatic nerve, a partially traumatically-disassociated (and later reattached/rebuilt) left leg, and both collar bones broken, but untreated from years ago.
One of my reasons for dumping all the weight and getting in shape, is that my beautiful wife of 20 years deserves a nice hard body to tussle with, and I wanted it to be mine.

Just two years of hard work and discipline (none of it was really THAT hard, either) and except for the glasses and the balding head, I could pose for Harlequin book covers....
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