Yes, I admit to following a daily regimen that some may call being in a rut; but I much prefer its discipline, the empowerment it confers over my many infirmities and the peace it affords in keeping chaos at bay and getting things done. I believe the passions must be made obedient to the mind. Or as Epictetus put it, “One person likes tending to his farm, another to his horse; I like to daily monitor my self-improvement.” Virtue doesn’t fall upon us out of the blue. We must toil at it.
Since I’m writing about routine, Amy Landino has written a wonderful book on its potential for transformation, Good Life: 5 Simple Habits to Master Your Day and Upgrade Your Life. Her thesis is that a good morning creates a good life; in brief, beginning your day with a sound routine can promote well-being.
Movement: Do something to move your body. You can be ambitious and hit the gym right away. I prefer just a few simple stretches and massaging the muscles on my face. When you move your body a little, you wake up.
Mindfulness: It’s too easy to pick up the phone or turn the TV on when you don’t have anything else to do. Instead of resorting to those things, start with a practice that helps you generate your own original thoughts or ideas. Meditation works for some people.
Mastery: Focus on something that you’ve been meaning to get around to or that you’re passionate about. Have you been wanting to learn a foreign language? Start the day going through flashcards or using a training app. When you make time to master something, you aren’t allowing yourself to stay stuck on the hamster wheel of the everyday.
That’s it, a simple routine with large dividends. Allons-y! Go for it!
For many of us, throwing off the blankets and crawling out of bed on cold winter mornings to go to the gym seems pretty dumb.
I felt that way too until my pre-diabetic diagnosis several years ago which meant that if I didn’t do something about it, I might well succumb to full-blown diabetes with its many lethal complications that include heart disease, kidney failure, blindness and even limb amputation.
Still, I didn’t do anything about it until a chiropractor friend had me do a full blood workup that showed I had moved even closer to diabetes with an A1c of 5.9 and ominous glucose average of 123. If you get to 125, you’ve got the disease, for which there’s no cure, only management.
Now, fifteen month later, I’ve gotten the A1c down to 5.2. The A1c tests your blood for glucose management over the previous two to three months. The pre-diabetic range is 5.7-6.4. In short, I’m no longer pre-diabetic.
How did I do it? Quite plainly, by cutting carbs and exercising regularly.
Exercise is good for you no matter what ails you or–if you’re an outlier–from nothing at all, promoting good health, better sleep, stress reduction, more energy, and self-esteem. What’s nicer than people commenting on how good you look?
But let me add to these verities several other reasons exercise has become a mainstay of my daily regimen.
Personally, I can wax euphoric at the gym like this morning walking my fourteen laps (2 miles), with Herbie Hancock’s pulsating jazz rhythms funneling into my ears via my wireless headset, making me pump my arms still more vigorously.
I like, too, the camaraderie going to the gym gives me, a sense of being part of a group. I see many of these people regularly, of both sexes and of all ages and body types. On occasion, we say our hellos or share smiles and sometimes conversation. Call it tribalism. I like the feeling.
I admire many I see at the gym for the obviously hard work they put into their workouts, whether pumping weights, walking raised treadmills or elliptical machines, or doing stair-steppers, etc. I see the payoffs in their lithe bodies with muscular arms, wide shoulders, and developed pecs. I know it didn’t come easily. Many of them exercise before going to work. No wonder they inspire me.
But I also get a sense of personal satisfaction, or of time well spent. Call it a relish in self-discipline: I haven’t surrendered to the couch or big screen TV. I take pride in that, knowing my former tendency to both procrastinate and be downright lazy.
Every session becomes a moral lesson, and I remember what my high school track coach told me: “We all get stiches in our side. The good runner, win or lose, ignores the stich, holding out for the second wind that propels him to the finish line.” Today, I resisted cutting my four sets of curls to three. I like to think such lessons learned at the gym can help me better cope with life at large.
And then there’s that sense of jubilation in sharing my good news with my dear wife that today I did 70 sit-ups. Just a few months ago, I could barely do 25!
The Chinese have this wonderful saying that “the longest journey begins with the first step.” In going to the gym, I’ve taken more than one step now and I’m eager to do infinitely more in the climb to good health and the contentment it confers.
In my last post, “We are all Ponce de Leon” (August 13), I noted the robust euphoria increasingly prevalent in medical circles that perhaps in the next 25 years, given science’s increasing sophistication in manipulating the DNA’s genetic formulae, many of humanity’s worst diseases like cancer and arteriosclerosis will be harnessed, if not eliminated. One of its principal advocates is Dr, David Augus, whose best selling book, auspiciously titled, The End of Illness, aggressively pursues this notion. In Hamlet mode, it’s something to be doubtfully wished, but unfortunately untrue. Served up in a specious brew, it trivializes the idiosyncratic nature of disease, its pernicious fall out in anguish and grief; above all, the individuality of each victim.
We live continuously in a biological world fraught like life at large with unknowns, randomness and the onset of new specters replacing those we’ve vanquished. While the incidence rates for heart attack and stroke have indeed lessened, high blood pressure and diabetes are way up and cancer abounds (Merck Institute of Aging and Health). If longevity has increased, it’s primarily due to the drop in child mortality and not medical breakthroughs.
Children still get cancer, a disease that we usually associate with aging, along with other afflictions. I lost two siblings, mere babes, from heart disease. I lost an older brother, doomed quickly by a brain tumor within a few months of his initial symptoms. He was 47. I love baseball. My favorite player, Lou Gehrig, succumbed to ALS at 41. I noted that Augus contradicts his own optimism in forecasting–“inevitable” is the word he uses–a pandemic that like the Spanish flu of 1918, will kill millions.
It’s good to dream, so long as it’s tempered by reality. While we’ve made progress in some areas of medicine, our best bet is probably a preventative approach, especially through lifestyle changes such as giving up smoking, monitoring our calorie intake, and exercising more. Ironically, though we live in an information age that staggers with its seeming infinitude, we still know relatively little as to the etiology of most of our diseases, treating symptoms, not causes.
All of us want to look, think, and feel young–the Ponce de Leon quest again–but let’s not promulgate nonsense. Aging is a fact we must live with, but it doesn’t have to mean a cane, incontinence, dementia, cancer, heart disease or stroke. The most recent research indicates that 70% of the ills of aging lies within our control. We can learn to live with it and live well and for a very long time.
I have some pointers, though not a panacea, that can help us in preventing or delaying many of our ills. They’re confirmed by recent studies of demographic specialists on longevity and you can find a succinct probing, in layman’s terminology, in Dan Buettner’s Blue Zones, 2nd ed., an analysis of five global hotspots for centenarians, places where men and women still toil in the fields though in their eighties and even nineties and cancer, heart disease and diabetes are rare.
The locales, by the way, are Sardinia, Okinawa, Loma Linda, CA (large Seventh Day Adventist population), the isle of Ikaria in Greece, and Costa Rica’s Nicoya Peninsula. I should add that these biblical paradises are quickly succumbing to outsiders who bring fast foods and sedentary living with them, eroding aeons of life-enhancing routine and a quality of existence salient in simplicity and minimal stress.
Diet: In all of these Blue Zones, little meat was consumed, usually once a week or just on a festival occasion due to economics rather than choice. With Seventh Day Adventists, it was a conscious choice to exclude meat. Beans, whole grains, garden vegetables, nuts and fruit characterize the several cuisines, not processed or refined food products. I’ve always found it a good axiom: “If it’s white, don’t take a bite.” If giving-up meat isn’t a palatable option for you, then eat less of it and when you do, lean portions only, avoiding red meats in particular. Or try cutting out meat altogether two days a week. One other thing, but central: be careful about not only what you eat, but how much. Centenarians are far and away thin people.
Movement: People who work physically demanding jobs tend to live longer. New studies show that sitting more than two hours regularly can shorten life expectancy. For those of us whose lives are largely sedentary, it’s important to engage in aerobic exercise 30-minutes, 5 times a week, to lower bad LDL and raise HDL, the good kind. But even brisk walking (3 miles in 45 minutes) counts. Along with aerobic exercise, it’s wise to add weights to your regimen to protect and strengthen your muscles. Walk more, sit less. If space allows, do a garden. When traveling, use the motel’s exercise room or bring along resistance bands.
Connection: Those who have friends and a support network such as religion can provide are consistently happier people living longer lives. Pursue something you can commit yourself to. Find a congregation, book club or lodge; discover a cause; volunteer. Hang out with positive friends. Find something that makes you want to jump out of bed each morning.
Serenity: Those living long lives seem to have found mastery over stress. It isn’t that they don’t suffer stress, but that they’re able to transcend it, living lives of daily, defined routine, with simplicity a cornerstone. We help ourselves by reducing overload and unshackling ourselves from the wrenching worry synonymous with materialism, competition, and hurry. Yoga, Tai Chi and meditation–traditional staples of the East–reduce tension and lower blood pressure, that silent source of many of our diseases. Tranquil music muffles our pace; a good book provides timeout; a walk along a bubbling brook restores. Study quietness and discover peace and with it, longer life.
Family: Most centenarians center their lives around their families, marrying young and having children. There is a ritual of togetherness and mutual obligation that informs their lives. The elderly usually live with their children and thus fare better in their physical and mental capabilities. America, however, has been trending in the opposite direction, with active families finding quality time together difficult. Shared activities and a daily meal spent together are increasingly atypical now. Mobility often spaces family members widely apart. On the other hand, those living long, happy productive lives have made family a priority, live in proximity, and exhibit a we-ness in their interaction.
While there aren’t any guarantees, given life’s caprice, individuals mirroring these trademarks tend to fare much better in living long and healthy and productive lives.