4 Seasons

Is it just me or does it seem like the bill comes due after 40 for the life led in your twenties? I can't come up with any other reason for the maladies causing me to live an unnaturally healthy life. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be eating 5 portions of fruit a day or be thrilled with the effects of inulin (sick, sick, sick) in my multi-vitamin and mineral diet drink. I think I laughed as I sat on a bar stool on a friday night when I was 25 thinking about what would drive somebody to weight watchers - oh yeah and what the hell are "points" anyway? Guess what, I know what points are now...and I'm looking forward to my weight watchers lasagne.

Sigh.

I'm not looking for a pity party, 'cause I'm enjoying this phase, even if I've come to realize that this is probably the start of the end of the summer of my life. Sounds sick, even to me, but I'm actually getting a kick out of living healthy. Something inside me tells me it is a time to clean house to prepare for a - hopefully - very long autumn followed by an extended winter. Would I want to re-live spring? Nope, and here's why; I wasn't able to enjoy and appreciate a single glass of pinotage/cinsault then. I didn't have time to savour the taste of grilled salmon with noodles and a parmesan basil pesto. I didn't take time to write down my thoughts - just to name a few.

But that was Spring and Spring was beautiful.

I'm living more, slower versus living less, faster.