In about three and a half hours, I go to the internist for my semiannual physical. All of a sudden, I seem to have issues I never thought I’d have. Is that spot on my forearm skin cancer? Likewise that scabby thing on the top of my head has me wondering.

I’m not particularly happy with my diabetes’ management, which consists of taking more Metformin after every office visit. I’ve already gone back to Weight Watchers (WW), tracking what I eat. Maybe weight loss and exercise can turn that around.

I’ve got the idea that, at age 72, I’m too old to start anything new. So giving that mindset up takes work. I can’t sit in my house of clutter and junk and expect any positive changes that I want in my life.

“Daunting” is the word I use to break away from this suffocating status quo..