I was up in Scotland walking with hubby, and I had to stop, as I could not get my breath. So whilst recovering on a rock, two ladies of a rather substantial walked straight past me, greeted me with hearty "good mornings" and then I realised that if I didn't do something, I wouldn't get to that age!
The next time we went to Scotland, we went back to Glencoe, walked the same hill, and I've got a photo of me on my desk standing proud at the same rock, walking pole in hand and we made it to the top that time!!
I've since stumbled, but I've still got the photo on my desk to keep me going and to remind me that I CAN beat my food demons!!