My Birthday 2015

This week I had another birthday, it’s a good time to think about your mortality. I thought it was kind of clever to think about your mortality and not mine. However, that’s not true, what I meant to say is my mortality.

   
  For those of you who know how old I am, then you will look at this photo and say man he looks good for his age, for those of you who don’t know how old I just turned, then you’ll just think guy looks pretty good.

I feel pretty amazing, thinking about it that two years ago I was using a walker because I had back surgery. I feel very lucky and very fortunate.

  
And now for the irony. 

Why is it that whenever we go to celebrate our birthdays with someone or a group of friends all of the things that we celebrate with our either immoral, illegal, or fattening.

I mean here we are celebrating the achievement of one reaching a certain age and their friends and family acknowledging by their presents, their presence, and their participation by joining and wishing A person happy birthday, and that you mean something beneficial to my life or in my life.

So my question is why is it that we want to take our friends add to an amazingly nice restaurant with nice and fattening foods, instead of joining that person,  on a run or swim in the pool or a visit to the gym, or watching a documentary on TV about good health. 

This year, I had someone make me a pound of cookies, which I must confess were delicious and I ate them all, another friend took me out to a pizza restaurant, A group of friends join me at PF Changs, a Chinese restaurant, and finally a good friend took me to Hank’s steakhouse. 

Here’s the kicker, in the last six months, I have done everything I possibly could to get an excellent physical condition. First I started going to a counselor and lost 70 pounds, then I started to vigorous workout program, and thirdly started playing tennis again 2 to 3 times a week.

  
  
So I wonder why, that my good friends decided that I need to celebrate by gaining back some of that hard fought weight that I lost. I must confess though I had a great time and the food was delicious.

And I also wonder why celebrations are not as much fun without the activities being illegal, immoral, or fattening.  I love the good life.  
  
This is what I looked like before I decided to take my life back

  

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