Dear Young People, You Have The Rest Of Your Lives To Be Healthy
At the risk of sounding preachy and reflecting the advancing age of a Gen-Xer, I suddenly feel the need to share words of wisdom that I desperately wish I had been privy to during my rumbling days of youth.
Nobody really shares the secret of how getting older isn’t quite the blessing if you’ve spent the best years of your life soaked in alcohol and the grease of foods that are catastrophically high in saturated fat.
We’re told to enjoy the freedom of being young enough to get away with high- stakes pursuits in every area of our existence because the price of our mistakes won’t be nearly as high, since we possess the tempo of being able to flawlessly bounce back.
I can’t count how many times my impossibly slender figure and naturally toned limbs garnered emphatic compliments from strangers and college mates, who all encouraged me to indulge in my high caloric diet with gratitude and pleasure, based on the miracle of an uncanny metabolic system.
In the early days, when it came to alcoholic drinks, my inclination was to copy the actions of my peers, even though I honestly didn’t like the taste of hard liquor.
It wasn’t until my move to New York City, and the eventual settling down into a permanent corporate job and my very own studio apartment in my thirties, that I began to develop an intense affinity for wine and spirits. It also didn’t help that I was a resident of one of the most charismatic and exciting cities in the world, that’s elaborately setup for the convenience of high-functioning partiers.
I certainly had more than my fair share of fun, and as they say, time literally flies by and before you can catch your breath, you’ve suddenly joined the age bracket that no longer permits the level of carefreeness that used to protect your overall wellbeing from rapidly deteriorating from crimes of negligence.
They say that when you start drinking early, you’re more likely to become a victim of alcoholism. For me, those awful habits kicked into high gear in my mid-thirties and lasted way too long.
Once you begin the decade of your forties, medical checkups take on a whole new meaning compared to the effortless sessions that your younger self took for granted. Back then, your doctors made reasonable recommendations, while assuring you that still have a long way to go before dealing with more serious matters.
The truth is that as I’m presently trying with all my might to scrub off the accumulated gunk from the recent years of binge-drinking and unhealthy eating, and that long history of undisciplined intake of mostly bad stuff, minus the short period of calculated restraint has conjured up the sins of the past that will inevitably shortened my lifespan.
Aside from the threats of diabetes that runs deep in my family, there’s also the beginning stages of potential health challenges that could worsen with advancing age, due to the recklessness of the mindset that falsely enhances your so-called invincibility.
Dear young folks, you have the rest of your lives to be healthy — so do it now!
Of course taking chances and risking it all when you’re strong and fit enough to barely weather the repercussions is a palatable recipe that’s hard to resist, and nobody faults the youth for diving headfirst into verified messiness because of the durability of their feistiness.
But bear in mind how that gracious period of unabashed indulgence is over in a flash.
The remaining years you’ve been assigned could be in jeopardy if you start way too late in the game to practice self-love by minimizing the debilitating effects of wear and tear.
Try to adopt a lifestyle that features the harmony in a well-balanced method of getting the best out of life, which doesn’t necessarily mean depriving yourself of the elements that guarantee a great time, but rather cautions the importance of replenishing the not so good stuff with the boost of effective nourishment.
If you plan on enjoying a quality of life that’s both long and rewarding, that will inevitably depend on whether or not you’ve earned that privilege, based on how you either mistreated or responsibly cared for your body and soul.
It’s pretty disappointing how little to no education college students receive about the harmful results of long-term alcoholic intake, and why it’s just not worth the lack of knowledge because of the irreversible damage to major organs and even mental capacity that often times won’t intensify until the later years.
Thankfully, it appears that the younger generation are better equipped than mine was when it comes to seamless access to vital information about nutrition and therapeutic approaches to life enhancement for the long haul.
I implore you to not drop the ball, and to begin the process of self-maintenance now that you’re young enough to reap the invaluable benefits of not getting too carried way with youthful zeal, and blinded by the extended stretch of years ahead, to pay close attention to why it’s never too early to be as close to a health freak as you can muster.
I wish I had been given the advice that could’ve saved me from the daunting task of trying to play catch up in a game that I’m determined to win, but not before acknowledging the odds stacked against me.
No, I’m not currently in a precarious situation that threatens my survivability, but it can’t be denied that I could be faring a lot better in the health department if I had been kinder to myself, back when those precautions would’ve made all the difference in the world.
You are never too young to cut out the bad habits that won’t be worth the hassle when getting older becomes a challenge, so don’t waste anymore time.
Do it now!