In a burst of good intention brought on by the start of a new year and the rapid approach of old age, and sustained only by the feeling that if I give up this early in the year I will be a failure of a human being, I have taken to setting my alarm for a reasonably early hour each morning and jogging a few miles.
Far from making me feel like I am a healthier person and filling my body with happy endorphins, this has mostly caused me a short period of agony every day followed by feelings of nausea and exhaustion.
I am also trying to floss my teeth more regularly, and the resulting pain suggests to me that I might as well be pulling barbed wire across my gums.
I can’t help feeling that I was in a much healthier mental state when I was ignoring the need to floss and spending an extra half an hour (or so) in bed. It has also been pointed out to me that the man who popularised jogging in America died of a heart attack at the age of fifty whilst out jogging. I don’t have an equivalent story about flossing but I can’t help feeling there must be one – is there any evidence at all to say that I’m doing myself the slightest bit of good here?