A matter of aging: Body, Brain, and Spirit
Since I turned seventy I started to pay more attention to the different ways my body and my brain is aging.
I know there is so little we can do about aging but maybe looking into ways I can improve my mobility, brain and hopefully my sense of humor. For the last 10 years, I have been eating real food. What I mean is no junk food and shopping the outside aisles as much as possible. Passing up the beautiful and delicious looking cupcakes at our new grocery store is very painful but for the (most) part I do. I can’t tell you if this has worked, but I am still here.
I really hate to exercise but I have recently started using a DVD called keeping fit in your fifties which I do the aerobics part of the DVD at least a few times a week. It is a SUPER low impact version. I wouldn’t be one to go further on this. There is another part like stretching which I am realizing that might be good but I have to remember if it hurts to stop. I really hate thinking about more exercise. I take our dog for walks when the weather is good for her. I enjoy this but I don’t consider this exercise.
I do have osteoarthritis. My knee and hands get stiff and with Degenerative disc disease, it gets a little painful now and then. I never dreamed of being an athlete, so I guess there is no need to obsess over these conditions right now. Eyesight, not that great but still working for reading and writing with glasses.
I had to learn the technology to have this blog and I really enjoyed the learning process. But I have to say there were times I wanted to give up. I’m proud that I stuck with it. Gave my brain a workout. I honestly worry I may lose my grip on things. Could be we all have this fear. Big fear.
I love reading and doing what I can to take care of our little 1250 square foot house. I am so happy we live on one floor. We have a yard that is not huge but our Collie, Pippa loves to hang out there in good weather. She is my constant companion.
I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic grammar school. I was taught to respect other peoples views on religion. Whatever those deep relationships you have with your religion I hope they support you in your times of need. After all, that is the most important thing. I’m not sure I buy the idea that there may be some God person judging you. I think we are an important part of this universe and it is on your side. I want to think I’m not afraid to die. But who knows I’ll probably be terrified as hell.
Michael will turn 65 this year. He doesn’t really have any plans on retiring right now even though I have been bugging him to think about it. I realize he’s got to do what he thinks is good for him. We just celebrated our 30th anniversary. We live a peaceful life together. He is the love of my life.
I have two children from my first marriage and he has been a good Dad and my kids look up to him. In this, I remember our first date was more like an interview for a job because our last experiences ended in divorce. We laugh about it now. Marriage isn’t a bowl of cherries every day, but we realize it is something we always need to work at. We are not perfect. If we were, we probably wouldn’t have married each other. We could talk for hours after dinner at the table.
Friendships and Death
I had two best friends. Rosemary died when she was 35 from diabetes and my other best friend whom I grew up with Judy, died of COPD a few years ago. Losing a friend or anyone else is painful. And I want to say the word discouraging. Somehow you got to pick yourself up and keep going. At our age, nothing stays the same. People start disappearing on you.I have two sisters who are definitely my best friends. So, in this, I have been blessed.
I am not a joiner of groups like the senior center. I think people expect you to do this kind of thing when you get to be a senior. I don’t like to be pigeon-holed like that.
Right now, I am volunteering at a soup kitchen. I feel so happy to be part of this group who have a great sense of humor and care deeply for others. I consider them my friends. Aside from this activity, I am a complete homebody and I love it. You will never hear me say I am lonely or bored or I need to go out and party with people. I’m not much for small talk. It makes me feel uncomfortable.
The only rule I try to follow is the Golden Rule. Any other rules I have no use for.
Maybe it’s an age thing.