Intermittent Fasting is it’s own kind of discipline; so is taking care of your heart. 

After an experience of massive huffing and puffing after a wicked-watoosie through thick sand this past weekend (chasing my new-to-me hat down the beach and into the dunes), I figured it was high time to leave the hoola hoop debacle behind me and press forward.

I’ve only got one heart, and I’d like it to be strong for what’s coming next.

My conversation about my membership at Planet Fitness is not sponsored by the Brand.

It is an expense covered by my business (Plethora Content), because health matters.

So, what’s coming next?

Age, y’all.



I love (LOVE) having experience under my belt. Ain’t one bit of me worried about being closer to 40 than 30, except for the whole physical part. Wear and tear on the body is a real thing; so is family genetics and disease.

As I see it, there are plenty of adventures ahead – and I want to be able to tackle them all with as much energy as I can muster.

But – like all good things – energy is something that needs fostering; you can’t just expect it to always be replenished in the account without making smart investments and deposits.

So, the medication – although still in flux – is working. I’ve already lived through a ruptured Baker’s cyst (not my favorite experience, but not the end of the world either). I’m ready to tackle weakness and get stronger…and while pain is still a daily battle, it doesn’t rage as it has in the past.

So, back to being active. Back to making personal fitness a goal.
Back to working on strong arms and a sexier waistline.

I’m not worried about skinny – that was never the endgame for IF, and it’s not for exercise.


The ability to play all day and be ready to go again the next.

That’s the goal.

And maybe getting to a point where I can lift as much as my 13 year old.

That’d be cool too.

Because, right now, he’s smokin’ my ass.

As our close friend says, “[He’s a] Beast master.”