She could only agree. When it comes to healthy breakfasts, it doesn't get much better than that.
I've come a long way since the time I argued with her that yes, I needed my sweets, and that no, I couldn't possibly cut down on carbs! I now eat much more vegetables instead - and breakfast is no exception. (Have you ever tried a tomato sandwich first thing in the morning? Yum.)
The same thing happened with exercise. I can still remember - in my distant, blurry past - those days when I felt I had no energy for exercising. I only wanted to rest after a long day of work - is that too much to ask? I at least needed a day of rest between each day of exercise. Right?
You would have told me, a few years ago, about the kind of life habits I have now, and I would likely have responded "Are you fu***** out of your mind?" There was just no way. The athlete lifestyle was not for me. I wasn't even sure it really existed. Maybe in some distant, idealized fourth dimension.
As far as I was concerned, those annoyingly thin and ripped (and energetic) people were probably on all kinds of dangerous drugs, or they had "athlete genes" that I lacked. Or maybe they were simply plain crazy to begin with (I mean, some people do take it too far. I once knew someone who basically cancelled all her social life in order to lead an athletic life).
But then I started making small changes. One baby step at a time. Of course I did not start with series of burpees. I mean, at one point, slowly walking uphill was enough to exhaust me. When my father-in-law came to help arrange the yard, I couldn't keep up with him. At all. He's 30 years older than me! Gives you an idea.
Eventually, though, my new "normal" started to resemble what those "fitness freaks" do (to a lesser degree, of course). Even my body started to look athletic. One morning, I caught a glimpse of a six-pack in the mirror. In awe, I told my trainer: "I had no idea we all have an athletic body hiding under those layers of... other stuff".
Of course it hasn't always been an easy ride. Old habits die hard. I will always have a sweet tooth. Greasy, salty stuff, also does have its appeal. So does skipping a workout and instead relaxing with a glass of wine... or two, or three... well, you get the idea. I've experienced many setbacks. The results did not come in as fast as I wished. What I've come to realize, however, is that if you generally have good habits, and only occasionally indulge, in time you will get results. I am not even pushing myself that hard. It doesn't feel that hard anyways.
If I had no idea of my birth date and you asked me how old I am, I would probably guess I'm around 18 years old (for the record, that's half my age). 'Cause really, that's how I feel. Youthful. A ball of energy. On top of the world. Along with the - moderate level of - wisdom that comes with experience. I also have a sense of accomplishment and pride that is priceless. I feel strong. Powerful. I can run up flights of stairs repeatedly with heavy grocery bags in each hand, and my breathing remains inaudible. My pulse barely bulges. If that's my version of an early midlife crisis, then so be it!
It's so wonderful I want everybody else to feel the same. I know they can. One baby step at a time. It's so worth it. Trust me on that. Go out for a walk today. Just do it.