The Sage in the Cave

So......what worked in 2019 ain't working no more.  Yes, it's true and I'm here to give testimony in July of 2019 I was in the best shape of my life (albeit in a 60 year old body) but 2 years of the M word and the body that kicked a** and took names now has a meno-middle.   The idea that the 2019 diet was going to work was simply wishful thinking. Enter Saint Darrylynn.  After confessing my nutritional sins, she absolved me and patiently explained I had to break up "loves" - namely my Manhattans, wine, salty chips and cheese (the only dairy I LOVE). For the most part, I've got some.of the basics down (like physical activity and drinking water) but I really need to be more mindful about what goes in my mouth and when!  Who knew that eating carbs on the am wasn't helping!   Wish me luck as I chronicle my journey! Diet plan on hand, supplements (probiotics) on order and workouts scheduled. Onward.

Oh God.....where do I start?   Let's begin with I'm a "fixer".  I am a sage of sorts but lately, I'm the "sage in the cave" thanks to COVID and retirement.   As a fixer, I find a problem or a challenge and I set out to fix it; however, in my advanced age of 62, I have learned that I cannot fix everyone and everything: Namely ME.  I was the "take no prisoners" boss who could fix ailing teams and lead them on the path to holding hands and singing Kumby-ya.  I was actually referred to as Mr. Wolf (from Pulp Fiction) .....you get the idea.  Ah....but I can't fix aging or menopause.  This crap just happens .....sort of like a steam roller mowing down all my plans to tap into the fountain of youth. In 2019, I hit a reset after retiring from a 20-year career in development and starting a new demanding job.  I ate clean and joined FitBody Bootcamp.  By July of 2019, I was in better shape than I had been in years but.....the stress ramped up...