When I was younger I was pretty active, ate fairly well, and worked out on a regular basis. I was pretty fit and had a good physique.
Fast-forward 10 years. I had an all consuming job and had no time to exercise, sleep properly, or eat properly. I had developed chronic heartburn, put on 40 lbs, and my GI tract was going nuts.
I went to the doctor and he said quite matter-of-factly that I was well on the road to “middle-aged fat guy”.
I was thinking, “What? Me? Middle-Aged Fat Guy? WHAT?” I thought about it for a moment and then I realized, “Holy Crap! I am! I’m turning into THAT GUY!!! ARRRGGHH!!”
So I freaked out and got a new, realistic, job, bought a mountain bike, rode the tires off of it, started eating properly and started living a more balanced life.
I’ve lost a lot of weight, the health problems are fading, and I’m getting my old form back.
For me, now, my health and personal well-being are far more important than money, social status, secondary achievements, etc. It’s the only way to go and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
When I’m 70 or 80 I want to be able to actually, you know, do stuff.