I am 47. I will be 48 this spring. I'm happy to be 47. I feel good. There are a few minor complaints on the list, such as "can't read shit without my glasses" and "bikini days are probably over" but for the most part, as I told my OB at my annual visit this week I really feel like I'm in a pretty sweet spot in life.
It was quite a sucker punch, then, to hear her respond "enjoy it.....because the changes that happen between 50 and 60 suck."
I love her, but WHAT THE HELL?
As the diligent daughter of a devout Christian Scientist my inner dialogue began immediately....."I will not accept that for myself, I will not accept that for myself, I will not...."
The realist in me, however, (the one who gave up any hope of becoming a practicing Christian Scientist years ago) began to wrap my mind around that.
If that's true....or even partially true....and judging by the many friends with significant health challenges who surround me it certainly might be, I think it is time to get a little more diligent about sit ups, flossing and those 7 (yes! 5 doesn't cut it any more apparently) servings of veggies a day.
Food for thought. Literally.
It was quite a sucker punch, then, to hear her respond "enjoy it.....because the changes that happen between 50 and 60 suck."
I love her, but WHAT THE HELL?
As the diligent daughter of a devout Christian Scientist my inner dialogue began immediately....."I will not accept that for myself, I will not accept that for myself, I will not...."
The realist in me, however, (the one who gave up any hope of becoming a practicing Christian Scientist years ago) began to wrap my mind around that.
If that's true....or even partially true....and judging by the many friends with significant health challenges who surround me it certainly might be, I think it is time to get a little more diligent about sit ups, flossing and those 7 (yes! 5 doesn't cut it any more apparently) servings of veggies a day.
Food for thought. Literally.
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