Well, maybe not actually my doctor’s orders, but it is a good excuse.
I had a routine doctor’s appointment a couple weeks back, the first in awhile. (First since I left the military and I’ll just say that the year wasn’t an “oh something” number.) I’m not old quite yet, though some days I feel older than others, but I’m at that magical age when a man starts to realize he can’t simply leap before he looks and expect, should something go wrong, to bounce back from an injury quickly. Of course I’m not in the kind of shape I was in my youth, which makes a big difference on how quickly you can recover from sprains and strains and such, but I was pass due for a check-up to make sure everything is where it’s supposed to be.
Despite being far too inactive and eating based solely on “oh, that looks good” I’m not overweight and my blood work came back all in the green zones. All they had to say was that my HDL numbers, while good, could use some improvement. The best way to raise them is exercise – something I’ve been trying to force myself to do for a couple years now. The next best way to improve your HDL numbers is diet. Fish in particular is a good source of the “good” cholesterol, thus my decision to take this to mean “you need to go fishing more”.
Last night I had my first successes, catching a trio of channel catfish just after sunset at a local park. Only after I got them home did it become apparent that in the years since I last did a lot of fishing I’ve lost a bit of my touch when it comes to cleaning them. I butchered the meat a bit, but I did get them all cleaned, cooked one for supper, and I’ve got four nice fillets in the freezer. Plus I’ve verified a nice little fishing hole just a few minutes from my place. Now I just need a good spot for panfish and bass…
That nasty winter storm that came through last week looks to have killed two of my tomato plants outside, and as luck would have it, it looks like the two that died are two I’ve got “backup seedlings” of. I’m going to give the weather another week or so to be sure it’s not going to freak out again on us and then I’ll transplant the replacements outside. Plus, I could use a couple days rest after cleaning those fish. The problem with being tall is that nothing is built to the right height, which means that if I want to wash dishes (or fish or anything else) in the sink, I’ve got to bend over slightly to do it.
Add wrestling a slippery fish out of its own skin to that equation and you come out the other side very sore.
Particularly if your body is growing increasingly fond of reminding you that you not 16 anymore. How humbling is that? Clean three catfish in the sink and you’re sore the next day. I used to run five miles to get to the place I was going to work out for two hours and feel like a million bucks all day.