Been thinking about some numbers lately.
I started raising kids 20 years later than my dad. He began at age 23. I was 43 when my son was born.
On August 1, I will be exactly 5 years away from the same age my dad was when he died – just 2 weeks shy of birthday number 52.
When my dad died, I was 30 years old. If I were to die at the same age as him, my 2 children would become fatherless at age 8. By comparison, this would mean I’d be denying them 22 years of parenting from me.
My cholesterol medication is consumed 1 time, each day, at 10 mg per dose.
I would like to get and keep my weight to a manageable range of 167 to 170 pounds. This morning I stepped on the scales for the first tine in 3 months, and when I looked down I read 176.
I cannot remember the last time I engaged in a solid 20 minutes of exercise.
Hmm… I don’t like how some of these numbers are adding up.
