For starters this post should be read as if by Mr. Subliminal (http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xgqmzk_mr-subliminal_shortfilms)
Physically, I am in the best shape of my adult life. Yes, that shape is rounder than I would like it to be (more of an ellipse I guess), but it is considerably less round than I was a year ago at this time and far less round than I have been in the past (31 year old Eric had to go buy fat pants). And let's be honest, 17 year-old Eric was a fat little pud too (not to mention a douchebag), so its not like I used to look like an underwear model.
I am strong for an old man, not 22 year-old Eric strong, but I also don't get to spend 2 plus hours in the gym every day (you would think all that work would have had a better pay-off). My shoulders and knees now hurt all the time. The other night I got down on the floor to read books with the wife and kids and my left knee said "stay down" (my left knee talks like Drago from Rocky IV).
I will do better this year than I did last year. I have a much improved philosophy on eating (less donuts) and I have a great workout plan that I have settled into (go to gym and do stuff). I will eventually look like an underwear model, now it may be a Depends underwear model, but damn it I got to start my second career somewhere. I am coming for your title Marky Mark! C'mon... feel it feel it.
Mentally, I feel like I am right where I should be (still functioning). I guess. I can't remember anything my wife tells me. I can't find my keys or my wallet. I can't remember where I parked or where I am driving to (sometimes I just drive and hope my wife tells me where to turn). I can't spell (stupid spellchecker). I can't remember anyone's phone numbers (stupid smartphones). I have no idea where I put my pants. Why did I put this here? Who was that? What is her name? When did we buy this chicken? Where are my kids? No seriously... where are the kids? Oh... cool beans!
Work is work... mehh! I have a good job. I am good at it. I am trapped (mortgage). I get paid well. Hello rock this is hard place, hard place meet rock.
My life at home is awesome (loud). Yes it can be stressful and yes at times I might want to pull my hair out (too late), but I have no complaints. My wife and kids (and mortgage) are the reason I stay on that wrecking ball. But the first chance I get to open that burger shop (need $150,000), consider me gone.
I have great friends. I don't get to see them as much as I would like, but as my kids get bigger and our babysitter options get broader we plan to see more of you and more often. If you clicked on that link... yep... that is the entire movie. Copyrights be damned!
I keep getting better with age (like Mexican box wine). I look forward to another year of kicking ass (my own).
Who-Dey and have a great friggin' "Year of Eric"!
