Becky is concerned about my weight. Not because I'm fat, but because my parents, my Dad especially, have health issues that she's afraid I'll inherit. I mean, I'm not thin either, I weigh a little more than I should. So she wants me to exercise and had a relatively long, emotion frought discussion about it this morning.
I know I should exercise. I just don't worry about my health like Becky does. Worrying just isn't part of my nature, I guess. I've gone through active periods where I exercise regularly and I'm not really sure what motivates me to do so during those times . . . but it's just not here now.
But Becky seems to need me to exercise, so here I go.
4 weeks ago