I am a person that "life" happens to....
Ten years ago I was in great shape and then donated one of my kidneys to a loved one. Afterwards I gained weight and the recovery it took me a couple months to get my stamana back.
Then when I was 55 I started to cheat by taking perscription strength tosterone and got in really good shape again, just to find out I had stage 4 cancer. After the treatments and surgery I lost all energery, stamana, and drive (and gained the weight back).A year later I started a strong walking program and reduced my diet to loose most of it.
Then at 57 I damaged both of my knees, requiring surgery (yes I gained the weight back during 6 months of recovery). I reduced my intake and did low impact cardio to slowly start the weight loss and get my "buzz" back.
Now at 59 I have decided to get back on the horse and establish an honest exercise program (again). I go to a gym called "Planet Fitness" three times a week. I also have a treadmill, exercise bike, weight machine, and free weights at home. I stare at them on my off days hoping to exercise my mind, but looking at them does not help (just joking). I use them for 20-30 min. daily, between times at the gym. My other off day activities include playing drum set and walking. Lately I have also started a meditation and breathing program which is helping my stress levels.
Through all of this I am the guardian / arms / legs of my 20 yr old son. He has CP, seizures, and is identified as a spastic quadrapeligic. That means I take him out and help him do the things he wants to do (what typical kids and young adults do). He weighs around 140 lbs and carrying him around is also "exercise". Helping him play my drums is really good isometrics, as his muscle tone works against mine (and he loves it). Over the past 5 years we also participated in numerous 5K runs and walks (he likes that too). For his senior year in high school I retired early to go to band camp with him (he played drums since 5th grade). We learned five different halftime shows and marched all ten football games with me pushing his chair and using hand over hand to help him play drums in the marching band (and 4 concert band appearances).
The one thing I have found out is that I will never be in the shape I was at 25, but I also know that an honest exercise program allows me to continue to be his arms and legs for anything he chooses to do in life. Now I am just hoping I can sustain this exercise stint to see the results I am after (for both of us).
Ben