Good grief, you ARE there. I don’t deserve you. But hello, there.
As I was saying, what, a couple of years ago…. this whole body maintenance thing… Not easy. That’s what I was saying, if I remember correctly.
While I wasn’t looking — attending to other things — I regained a bunch of weight. Not nearly all of it, not half. but a disturbing bunch. More alarming than the weight, for me, was how quickly and easily I lost fitness. It seems if one lies down and doesn’t get up for a couple of years, one loses muscle tone. Don’t bother looking it up. I tell you, it’s the stone cold truth.
I had grown proud of my fitness. Maybe a bit smug about it. And now, now that my ovaries are gone (poof!), and I have some inflamed joints to deal with (I sit up most nights, just me and my hip, in the dark, rocking), that fitness goal seems a bit farther away than it did even when I carried much more weight.
But I also know that without the fitness, the weight loss is simply not possible for me. I wouldn’t lose it, and I certainly couldn’t keep it off. So…
So tomorrow I rejoin the pool, at the club I am entitled to join because this year I turn 50. 50. That’s 50. And this club’s is for people 50+. (I’ll be the cute young thing there.)
Fighting pain? Fighting inflammation? Guess what’s good for those things? Um…. Eating well (eating your fish, cutting sugar and saturated fats and empty carbs) and exercising. That’s annoying news, but true.
Argh. The pool. Now I’ve said I’m doing it. So it must be true…