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…
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