PHYSICAL CONSIDERATION

What is your favorite form of physical exercise?

It is very easy for someone like myself who let it fairly active physical life as an educator, to all of a sudden become complacent and more like and do a couch potato than somebody with awareness of the need for physical exercise.

During my years of occupation and immediately post retirement I can say with absolute honesty that sedentariness was not an issue. I was quite mobile and counted my steps firstly on the pedometer and then with a Fitbit.

I’ve gone through a couple of footprints and at the moment Fitbit is devoid. I have it in mind to get a new one at the Technology on these devices rather complex and I’m not very smart when it comes to their use.

It is now about four months since my Fitbit went absent.

My physical exercise is not programmed; maybe it should be. Once upon a time I used to walk around Darwin in the suburbs quite regularly. However, as I’ve gotten older I have felt more vulnerable in the sense of security to undertaking these walks. Darwin and its suburbs are now distinctly other safe and there is no way known that I go walking at the times I used to undertake this exercise – around six or 630 at night. I don’t feel safe at any time when walking outside our home block.

Recently, I was heartened to read an article in the Council of The Ageing magazine, which pointed out that housework and working in the garden constitute reasonable physical exercise. That was happening because they are both domains in which I am still pretty active.

I wish however not with standing my time is the physical awareness and exercise, and I’m going on everything from about 35 years of age onward, that I could lose some of the weight that attaches to my skeleton.

I don’t drink alcohol, with soda water being my drink of preference. I try not to eat between meals but do eat reasonably Hartley. I do not eat breakfast. I have one cup of fairly strong coffee every morning and that’s it for the day. My coffee is not sugar.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I am so, so envious of people who eat like pigs, drink like fish, and are as thin as whippets.

Sadly, exercise or not, the smell of food at 20 metres, adds to my mass.