Exercise for the Lazy Person

My new doctor recently asked me “do you exercise?”  It is one of those questions that doctors ask.  My old doctor asked me the same thing.  In fact, as far back as I can remember, this has been a topic for discussion at every annual physical.  I know these guys take notes; maybe they never read them, because my answer has been pretty consistent, along the lines of “gosh, not enough.”

Until I retired, I had a pretty plausible excuse for my lack of vigorous activity.  Including the commute time, my work schedule consisted of 12-hour days.  At home, I barely had time to eat, sleep, take a shower and change my clothes.  Exercise has never been my idea of leisure activity.  There are always more interesting things to do—a low bar considering how utterly boring exercise is.

But at each annual physical, I promised my doctor that I would make an effort.  As a sign of good faith, I bought a treadmill somewhere along the line, probably a decade ago.  It is a nifty device that spares the lazy person from having to go outdoors to take a jog.  In addition, having a treadmill in my basement meant that I no longer had to decide what to wear in case someone saw me jogging.  I suppose I could have invested in several stylish jogging outfits for the price of the treadmill, but my real problem with jogging outdoors, even in the latest gear, was that exercising in public means holding oneself out as A Person Who Exercises.  For a lazy person, such as myself, this is essentially a fraudulent activity.  Its continued practice, I am sure, could do bad things to my psyche.

The downside of acquiring the treadmill was that it eliminated several perfectly good excuses that I had previously relied on for not exercising much.  I could no longer blame a wardrobe deficiency, preservation of my mental health, or bad weather.  So, my fallback argument was time and the fact that as a hard-working, productive, employed person working 12-hour days, I deserved some time to relax.  Exercise by definition is not relaxing.  Taking time to jog on the treadmill would reduce the time available for pure relaxation—something that even a doctor must recognize is beneficial, if not essential, for health.

My doctor usually bought this argument and dropped the subject, although I think he made a chart note about it.

My old doctor (who is actually younger than I am) became my old doctor earlier this year.  He sent me a nice form letter saying that he had concluded that he had made his “maximal contribution” and felt that it was “unlikely” that he would be able to continue as my primary care provider.  I sincerely hope that my consistent resistance to exercise was not a large factor in his decision to pursue a new career.

I had already retired by the time that I met my new doctor, who is not really a “new” doctor, having been in the business for many years.  He has not been my doctor before, however, so I’ll call him my new doctor.  I should maybe ask my new doctor about his career plans, but I don’t want to put him on the spot.

Anyway, my doctor asked me “do you exercise?”  I realized that my lack-of-time excuse lacked a degree of credibility coming from a retiree.  I was prepared for the question, though.  Since the beginning of retirement, I have stepped up my exercise routine on the treadmill from 12 minutes, two days a week, to 12 minutes every morning.  I feel that this is a substantial new level of commitment to exercise.  In a characteristic demonstration of my candor, I explained to my new doctor that 12 minutes was about all that I could stand—well, jog—on the treadmill without being overcome with boredom.  He smiled, indulgently, and recommended that I increase my daily physical exercise to 30 minutes.  “It doesn’t have to be all at one time,” he assured me.  I mentioned that I sometimes take walks or ride my bike (in a moment of zeal last summer, I also purchased a stationary bicycle, which now takes up more space in the basement near the treadmill).  He said that walks would count.  The important thing is doing at least 30 minutes of exercise every day.

This afternoon I took a walk.  I spent close to an hour doing it, so I figure I am ahead of the game.  Walking is good, and it is not as boring as the treadmill.  Today, the fall leaves were in glorious color and it was not too cold.  You don’t have to wear a jogging suit to take a walk.  I nodded and smiled at people along the way.  I did not feel like a fraud.

Share This:

Hits: 2127

Some other stuff for later,

  • 53
    I retired ten months ago, or so, at the beginning of 2013.  My retirement was by choice.  It was not a sudden thing. I had been thinking about it for two or three years.  My wife retired in 2009. I was not forced to retire due to loss of a…
  • 48
    Finding a purpose in life not only contributes to successful aging, but it also may help you live longer. According to Dr. Patrick Hill, a researcher at Carlton University in Canada, “finding a direction for life, and setting overarching goals for what you want to achieve can help you actually…
  • 46
    Did I retire at the right time?  It has been just over a year now since the date of my retirement.  I have seldom found myself thinking about whether I should have retired when I did.  I suppose the fact that I do not find myself plagued by the question…

Empiece Aquí

The English version of this post is Start Here. The Spanish translation is my own and may contain errors. I invite native speakers of the language to comment on my errors and to suggest corrections. Aquí está una traducción en español de Start Here.

Me jubilé hace diez meses, más o menos, al principio de 2013.  Mi jubilación fue por elección.  No fue una cosa repentina.  Yo había pensando acerca de ella durante dos o tres años.  Mi esposa se jubiló en 2009.

Ni un pérdida de trabajo ni un problema médico me obligó a jubilar.  El dinero no parecía ser un asunto.  Mi esposa y yo no somos enormemente ricos, pero nos dos trabajaron en empleos que nos dieron planes de jubilación, y han estado cuidadosos no vivir más allá de nuestros medios.  Siento fortunado que yo podría, de hecho, elegir a jubilar.

La mayoría de la gente jubilada con que he hablado han dado revisiones generalmente buenas.  Cinco estrellas.  La gente jubilada me dice que jubilación es estupenda, y que sus vidas son más ocupadas que siempre, y que se preguntan por qué no se jubilaron más pronto.

No me gusta la palabra “jubilación.”  Cuando me jubilé, dije a la gente que estuve “listo para empezar el capítulo siguiente.”  No quise pensar en mí mismo como dirigido hacia el pasto o mecedora proverbial.  No quise pensar en jubilación como algo lo que me pasaría cuando ya no fui útil.  La palabra “jubilación” se parece negativa, sobre la ausencia de algo (un empleo) más que algo positivo o afirmativo.  Se parece tan, bien, terminal.  Aún así, cuando alguien me pregunta qué hago, realmente no hay ningun manera de evitar decir “soy jubilado.”

Durante estos primeros meses de mi jubilación, he estado diciendo a personas que estoy todavía en transición.  Estoy intentando hacerse una idea de esta cosa de jubilación.  Supongo que yo vaya a continuar trabajando en ello durante unos pocos meses más aún.

Pido disculpas a hablantes de español por adelantado por esos errores que estoy seguro a hacer. Espero que cualquier hablantes de español quien van a leer mis traducciones me permitirán saber sobre mis errores y van a sugerir enmiendas.

Share This:

Hits: 918

Some other stuff for later,

  • 81
    The English version of this post is Unplanned Retirement. The Spanish translation is my own and may contain errors. I invite native speakers of the language to comment on my errors and to suggest corrections. Aquí está una traducción en español de Unplanned Retirement. Cuándo mencioné mi jubilación inminente, un…
  • 80
    The English version of this post is Never-ending Weekend. The Spanish translation is my own and may contain errors. I invite native speakers of the language to comment on my errors and to suggest corrections. Aquí está una traducción en español de Never-ending Weekend. Aunque en realidad disfruté mi trabajo…
  • 70
    The English version of this post is Retirement Guilt. The Spanish translation is my own and may contain errors. I invite native speakers of the language to comment on my errors and to suggest corrections. Aquí está una traducción en español de Retirement Guilt. Al fin de este mes, voy…

Más Tarde, Coma