Sad news today that Sopranos star James Gandolfini died from an apparent heart attack while on holiday in Italy. The Sopranos is one of my all time favorite TV shows. Gandolfini one of my favorite actors. I always smile seeing the “Elizabeth” turnpike exit sign in the opening credits. We would exit within a couple down to go see my Gra’ma Merkle. Prayers for his family and friends.
Which brings me to the point of this post. Weight. I’ve been promising myself to get in better shape for years. I’ve started, stopped, succeeded, failed and made excuses for the past decade. My “numbers” in my blood may be good, but my weight isn’t and I just look at myself and think yuck.
Gandolfini was 4 years older than me. FOUR. Seeing people die at such a young age makes you rethink life. At least it has for me today, so I’m going to do something about it. Get off my super comfy couch and exercise! I figure if I share my menopausal crazy journey here, pictures and measurements and the scary tale of the scale, I’ll hold myself more accountable since it’s public.
If not now, when?
Wish me luck! I’ve got my clothes ready to go for the morning! =)