Before I went into the Navy. I was 20 years old. I had a routine of doing 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 250 jumping jacks, and running 1.5 miles every day. I did this on my lunch break from work. When I went into boot camp, they had us run around the field house for 10 minutes just to gauge what kind of shape the group was in. I did 21 laps. I asked afterward how many laps was a mile and they told me 10. After that, boot camp made me lazy because I couldn’t exercise as I had been.
Also at the time I had started taking control of my life mentally and emotionally. I was living alone, putting myself through college at the local community college, and was looking for ways to move towards something better. I joined the navy to get a good education and some experience. This allowed me to move into a career that was very good to me for 30+ years. The decisions I made at that time paid dividends my whole life.
When I got laid off at the age of 58 and went into beer and wine delivery I had a bit of a replication. Mentally and emotionally I realized how stressful my life in nuclear power had been and decided that was out. I opted to look for something else, knowing I only had to work it for a few years. I found the delivery job. I would pay me enough to get by, it had good benefits, and it was more physical than mental. My body didn’t like me initially because of how physical it was. But I pushed through, dealing with the aches and pains until they faded away into routine. I would eat a little breakfast before work, took a lot of fruits and vegetables to graze on all day while I drove, and then had a small dinner in the evening. Not a lot of snacks or crap at the time. I started this job weighing 215# and had dropped to 185# within 40 days. I held steady at that weight after that. I felt great…felt I was getting exercise moving cases of beer and wine and stocking shelves, and felt good that I could do it at my age. I was one of the oldest guys doing the job and was out performing many of the younger guys. Nice sense of accomplishment. My downfall, ironically, was that I started getting promotions. That brought more administrative functions, less actual physical work, and more stress.