Lately I’ve been really feeling my age. You know you’re getting old when you always make a sound when you bend over to pick something up. Like some kind of warning siren alerting the people around you that 'hey in case something happens to me while picking up this pencil from the floor, call emergency services.'
I’ve yet to see the inside of an ambulance but I know I’ve got to live better. Starting with my diet.
Our bodies are incredibly tough, incredibly resilient machines. It continues to function, operate and repair itself all on its own. We take it for granted. And we abuse it. At least I do - with high-sugar, high-fat, high-everything food. I abuse it so much that it can’t keep up with all the frappuccinos, burritos, burgers and most recently, cronuts.
And like a sign from above, this arrived all the way from my sister in London. Because the last thing I would buy is a diet book.
