There was a hilarious cartoon in the paper this morning. It features Garfield celebrating a full day on his new diet – by popping a donut in his mouth. Many of us are like that. The rewards are fleeting, followed by days, weeks, and months of anguish. We anticipate that, for our efforts, the pounds will disappear like candlewax in bright sunlight. But as we get older, our mobility and the impetus to exercise slip away. I know I feel that way, when I see vigorous seniors out walking the countryside, and I think to myself, “Are they crazy? That’s a hip just waiting to break!”
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