Farmer John: Potatoes and pushups

You would think being 26 years old I would have enough sense to eat enough food to keep my body chemistry stable when I know that can affect my emotional outlook. You would think as old as I am I would know enough not to stay up until 2 and 3 am and still expect to be chipper and content and not be asleep between calls, no doubt drooling into my keyboard and amusing the onlookers in other cubes. You would think I would have enough sense at my age to exercise regularly. Well welcome to the midlands. I am neither anymore very young twenties nor am I yet bolting up the hill toward middle age. It has become a novel experience to see at various times, friends near or over my own age (and now myself) treating ourselves like we are still college freshmen staying up all night and playing tag at 3 am (Christina)(phone or otherwise) on a work night (school night), eating junk or not eating enough in my case to get by, and proud of ourselves if we even think of exercise. HA. Again I say HA. Well so be it then. Self-discipline is good at any age, but the gradual and sudden realization of gravity and your shift within it emotional,spiritual, and physical!) and reality on your body at the later twenties and on is also a not so gentle reminder that speeds up the older you get that if you don't take care of yourself you will reap what you sow. Just call me Farmer John.
Well gotta go plant some potatoes and pushups. Til next time barnyard buddies!