I woke up today aching everywhere! Blame it on the cold and constantly changing weather here in northern Colorado, but I can barely move!
I still have plantar fascitis, something that everyone says does not go away quickly. So I begin from a place of limping around. And my computer arm has been sore for a while now. I think I’ll blame that on my new addiction to blogging. 
But then the osteoarthritis in my knee started flaring up again last night…yes, same side as my foot problems. I swear, I’ll need a cane soon!
I attend an “senior” exercise class three days a week at my local recreation center. The class isn’t really defined as for seniors, but it’s from 9-10AM during the week so most working folks can’t attend. I love the comradery! I have to say I generally prefer the company of those 45 and older these days, and some in their 70’s are down right entertaining!
But I swear I am often in more pain than those in their 60’s and 70’s! I was doing pretty well with my class and then a 40 minute walk 4-5 times a week, until my foot gave out on me. I used to pride myself on my go-get-em attitude, and enjoy my walks immensely.
Now a walk around the block is my limit and my class leads to: “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!” The body betrayal begins! Then my loving husband felt compelled to mention how much I need to lose weight this morning…Thanks for sharing!
I have always maintained a decent weight until menopause hit a couple years ago. That’s when the real betrayal began! Some call it “Stress eating” but I prefer the description of a friend in my exercise class who says: “Everything makes me eat! Stress, happiness, sadness, summer, winter, sunshine, clouds.” Especially when you’re a good cook and you enjoy preparing delicious meals, you’re in trouble at menopause/andropause!
The pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving this year was so memorably scumptious! That was the exact moment I realized I am a complete carbohydrate addict. I wanted that pie more than anything else at that exact moment in time. Or as Whoopie Goldberg says, “There comes a time when pumpkin pie tastes better than sex!”
Some say Baby Boomers don’t believe that they will age like previous generations. They’ll just stay young forever. I WISH! I think a lot of us have trouble relating to aging metaphors, and I just can’t see the Boomer generation calling themselves ”Seniors.”
An astute friend of mine calls us “the new older people.” I guess we’re going to have to work on a title for ourselves, since words are power and image is everything in America!
Time to go try and move!
