So how do I establish any credibility with you? For all you know I’m five foot two, three hundred pounds, and I sweat pure bacon grease while I play GTA in my mom’s basement.
In reality, I’m five foot ten, one hundred seventy-five to eighty pounds (it varies day-to-day). I’m well into my forties, and my mom might even say fifty, but she’s not around anymore, so no way to verify with her. Obviously, pictures would help, but I don’t want to be all weird about it.
Just bored from lockdown and looking to entertain myself by passing on some knowledge that I’ve gained from decades of exercise, nutrition and supplementation experience. But at some point, I’ll have to get more illustrative if I’m going to gain any more traction with this thing. I get that. So I’ll figure that part out.
What differentiates me from the million other fitness-oriented blogs out there is that I’m probably twice the age of most of the authors of those blogs. They have tons of fantastic information to share with you, but my perspective is different. At my age, undeniable chemical changes are occurring in the body making fitness a very different endeavor for me than someone half my age. A big part of what I plan to talk about is fighting those chemical changes and levelling the playing field a bit.
Look, I get it, aging gracefully is a great thing. So many people do it so fantastically. I’m not interested. I know it’s inevitable. It will catch up to me and it will win, but I’m not ready to take a knee yet. I am curious to see what age I can get to before I have to give up the ghost (whatever that saying means).
Until next time. Later.