Just recently I lost my grandfather. Fard. (on the left)
He was 79 years old. The doctors told him he would not live past 55.
Just some of the things that I will remember about Fard (which is what we called him) was he always said what he thought even when you didn't particularly want to hear it. Like telling me my make-up was too pale and I need some colour, telling me i've put on weight or look to skinny.
His ability to know everything and always be right... even google was wrong haha. His impeccable style and personal presentation. His full head of hair would have made any man jealous. Fard never had a hair out of place, I mean ever. His olive complexion. His sense of humour.
His car was always clean and smelt new. Those sheep skin covers. When he would always try to hug you after his workouts because he was always covered in so much sweat. Ewwww Fard! Chinese food with extra added table salt. Poor restaurant service complaints. Bargain hunter.
His hate for chewing gum because "if you swallow it you will choke". Vita wheats and Saos. Club chocolate. His love for the way his own feet looked compared to my mums. He was a fighter. He had the best attitude towards life and we could all learn a thing or two about his journey.
At 39 Fard had 3 coronaries that resulted in 2 of his heart muscles being permanently damaged. He had a triple bypass and was told that he would only live another 15 years max.
Leading up to his coronaries he had been living above a bakery loving the sausage rolls I only assume, he was overworked, stressed and with a lack of exercise.
He out-lived what the doctors told him he would live till by almost 25 years. I believe deep down that he had a very strong will to live, he was a fighter for sure and instead of letting what the doctors told him be his fate he took life by the reigns and focused on living the best life he possibly could.
He started to exercise regularly as soon as he recovered. He would lift weights, go for long long walks, cycle on a static bike and he loved the rowing machine (I don't know anyone else that does). He would exercise up to two hours .. EVERY.. SINGLE .. DAY.
When I look back now with the knowledge I have now about health and fitness, yep ... Fard was one fit man. I remember as a teenager going for a walk with him and not even being able to keep up at his pace, and he wasn't slowing down for anyone. You either keep up or be left behind.
Exercise was his way of dealing with the stress which was a huge contributing factor to his coronaries. It made him calmer and allowed him to process things.
At 60 he had another triple bi-pass and at 70 he had surgery to put a pacemaker in. Although he didn't train as hard as he used to in his later years he still remained very active playing bowls and at 76 he took up golf , playing 3 times per week and even won the club championship. He was still playing golf three weeks before he died.
I truly believe Fard's lifestyle and good attitude had him out live the parameters the doctors gave him. He was able to travel around the world and really enjoy the rest of his life because he really made a point to look after himself. I really admired that about Fard. He didn't give up when most would have. How amazing is that. You are only limited by the limits you give yourself and the limits you let others put on you.
Even the last time I hugged Fard a few days before he died he almost hugged the life out of me. His hug was so tight and so strong. For someone 79 years old he was strong and I'm pretty sure he would have beat me in an arm wrestle.
So many people just take their health for granted. You can not live a full life without your health. You just can't. Don't let your bad health be a result of your own poor lifestyle choices.
Learn from Fard. His motto was to stay fit and look after himself so that he could live a quality life.