This entry is entitled, Here - The Starting Point, but I'm not altogether sure where Here is. I can look back and see where I've been; the trail is littered with diets (lots) and fitness campaigns (not so many).

Physically, right now. I'm lying on my bed flat on my back with the lap top balanced against my knees which are raised to offer a tressle. It's very comfortable here, exercising my fingers and my brain. Actually, anything more than that is really out of my comfort zone and that's a fundamental problem.

I'm fifty three. I like life a lot. I enjoy working and am very fulfilled. I don't want my life to end too soon but my choices don't reflect that desire. I'm overweight, fairly unfit and getting more so as the years pass. I have high blood pressure kept under some control with medication and am probably insulin resistant. All of this is some of Here.

I would like to go There, only I don't know where There is either. I'm a bit anxious about identifying where There is because, as soon as I do, I feel Failure starting to rub her hands together with glee as she savours the prospect of me falling flat on my face once again.

So, I'm going to stay Here a little longer and ponder where There might be. I'm not in any hurry to identify where exactly There might be, I'm just going to explore a little more of how I got Here on the basis of knowing that those who forget their past are condemned to repeat it.