Some weeks ago, my wife and I decided to get control of our health. When we got married, I weighed in at about 190 pounds. Twenty years later I stepped on the scale and it coughed and muttered, "One at a time please!" That's when I decided enough was enough. About the same time, a friend of mine sent me a book about being more healthy. The junction of her care and my concern, coupled with my wife's personal desire to change her lifestyle, put me over the top. I came face to face with the reality that I don't sleep well. I have aches and pains. I can't keep up with my kids. My blood pressure has been borderline high. I often need or want a nap to get through my day. I realized, I was getting by, but I wasn't really living.