If you look at this picture of me when I was a kid, you would never consider that I would naturally grow up to be fat. And you would be right. It’s a factual statement… it didn’t happen naturally; apparently I worked at it. Look at that flat stomach – the washboard abs (by the way I think I still have them, but they are hidden under layers of unwanted fat ).
What happened, what went wrong? I know I ate massive quantities of food as a kid. We would start every day with a breakfast that looked suspiciously like the one in the Froot Loops commercial – you know… “Fruit Loops, part of this nutritious breakfast”. Except it was sans Froot Loops (sadly). We had the farm fresh eggs and toast and lots of bacon and orange juice – or apple juice, my favourite. And we had this breakfast practically every day – yum! Lunch, Dinner, snacks… lots and lots of food.
Yet it’s no mystery at all as to why I was skinny. I was active, active, active.
This photo I found posted on Facebook is what sparked today’s blog. Isn’t that the real key? I didn’t drive back then, but I never waited around for a ride. I just rode my bike or walked everywhere. We played outside, ALWAYS! Home was a place we went when we were hungry, needed a band-aid or were going to sleep. And the walk or bike ride home from school was never in a direct line. Adventures always detoured us. We were, quite simply, active.
So no rocket science, it’s just about activity. Getting up off my ass and going outside. As a matter of fact, I’ll head out for a walk right now. What the heck, I’m in Vegas and it’s sunny outside.
Have a great day and get your walk in too.