My sore shoulder and existential angst about turning fifty have conspired to demotivate me this winter. I’ve barely ridden my bike and I’ve been casual with my eating, and now my latest bloods are showing me as heading mildly pre-diabetic. Mistakes were made.

I’m taking this as a positive though, a timely sign that I can no longer take my health for granted. When I was young my body took whatever I threw at it without question. But: no more. There are going to be some changes around here. You know, health is wealth and all that.