I'm Falling Apart

Well, at least I think I am. Let's see now. I am a type-2 diabetic, I'm going bald, I'm overweight, and I need to have a hip replaced. Oh yeah, I have high blood pressure, but that's probably got more to do with being heavy and not doing as much exercise as I used to. I was always very active, even though I've been chunky for the last twenty years. Then, I started to drive HGVs. I'd always wanted to be a trucker, but my body had other ideas after three years.

You see, being sat down all day, bouncing up and down on an air-suspended seat, has accelerated my arthritis in my hip. Sleeping in the back of the lorry doesn't help either; it's a chicken-and-egg scenario, but I'm not sure which came first. Either way, it has been decided that I need to have my hip replaced.

Here's the rub. I need to get some weight off fast. But I can't walk too far without my hip hurting me and making it difficult to continue. I'm trying to keep my food intake as low as possible. Still, I am an emotional eater, and I am battling stress and anxiety about work and the upcoming operation, which is causing depression. I'm putting on a brave face, although I can't escape the feeling that I'm failing on multiple levels.

I hate getting old, although I am looking forward to slowing down and doing the things that make me happy, like writing, taking pictures, messing about with AI and spending as much time as possible with friends and family.