I Got in the Best Shape of My Life at 50… And Then 55 Hit
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At forty-nine, I was resigned to being over the hill: an overweight couch potato who avoided exercise and ate pastries with abandon. Walking up a flight of stairs left me winded, but I attributed that to middle age. I was getting old, after all. Then, seven months before my 50th birthday, I got the wake-up call that changed my life: A routine lab test revealed that I had Type 2 diabetes.
I Got in the Best Shape of My Life at 50… And Then 55 Hit
I Got in the Best Shape of My Life at 50… And…
I Got in the Best Shape of My Life at 50… And Then 55 Hit
At forty-nine, I was resigned to being over the hill: an overweight couch potato who avoided exercise and ate pastries with abandon. Walking up a flight of stairs left me winded, but I attributed that to middle age. I was getting old, after all. Then, seven months before my 50th birthday, I got the wake-up call that changed my life: A routine lab test revealed that I had Type 2 diabetes.