It’s actually happening, I’m getting old.  I would never let people say that before.  Whenever someone would say, “I’m getting old,” I would tell them they are really just getting older, not old.  It’s all a frame of mind I figured.  Well, that was before I turned 51.  When I turned 50 I felt great.  Then 51 hit.  BAM!   I’m becoming what I see on commercials, I could be a commercial.  Just yesterday I had to buy Metamucil, I actually need it at this point in my life.  I put it in my water, drank it and thought to myself, hey this tastes good.  I was stunned at what I said to myself, I was a commercial right there.  A Metamucil commercial.  OMG.  Not only do I need Metamucil, but crouching down on my knees isn’t easy anymore, and getting back up is a chore.  Plus when I do manage to get up, my knees crackle like crumpled cellophane paper.   Oh and here’s more; I get up to use the bathroom about 3 times a night, and whenever I get up out of bed my feet are hurt.  Speaking of getting up, after sitting for long periods of time, I am so stiff that I walk funny for a second or two when I get up.  Surely some of you are with me on that, right?   What is happening to me?  I must keep moving.  That is the key.  Move, move, move.  Here is my bit of advice – do not stay still, just keep moving.  We all see those 80 year olds who are fit and mobile.  Well those are the ones who didn’t stay still, they kept moving.  I think that is the key to fight “getting old.”  I am going to keep moving because I want to be THAT 80-year-old, out on the tennis court, or riding my bike, hiking in the hills.   I can dream can’t I?

Until next time…

Photo courtesy of CC Author Bill Branson