Apparently I need to “move more” and “lose weight” so I can “live longer”.
The common preaching line is to ‘find an exercise you love’. While a lot of people think dancing or swimming, I thought boxing. A couple weeks ago, I got the whole set up and have loved every bit of it ever since.
Who’d have thought that I’d actually like exercising in the morning?
I jarred my hand, it got a bit swelled and painful, Wanderer insisted I go to the doctor, and the doc insisted that I get an x-ray.
Really, this day has mostly been a product of other people insisting things. Haha.
Anyway, I’ll find out tomorrow if I need to plaster or wrap the thing. Whee!