A fellow Sparkler, YOGATIME, wrote a blog entitled 'Age Appropriate.'
She brought to mind an article I read years ago, written by Erma Bombeck.
The gist of it is advice to celebrate Life.
YT's blog has more to do with physical health; she writes about friends who curtail activities, sometimes quitting altogether, either due to injuries or to avoid them. The problem is, these people then don't replace the eliminated exercise with a different one - they just stop exercising altogether.
What really caught my attention was her line about those who say they don't want to 'injure myself for good before the great golden years arrive.'
To me, that's not logical. 'Use it or lose it' isn't just a trite saying. I find that as I age, doing less merely opens the door to 'genuine' old age. I'm finding the decline in physical strength, endurance, and flexibility seems to happen much more quickly than it did in my younger years, and what concerns me is reaching a point where it's not possible to recover what's been lost.
I'm not expecting to be able to do a four-minute mile. (Ya gotta laff, lol--!) But if I don't strive to do a twenty-minute mile, will the time come that I can't walk at all, because my muscles are too weak, my coordination too deteriorated, my endurance - my 'wind' - too far gone?
If all you can manage are five steps, slow, walking, just five steps, across your bedroom... Then you do six steps, each day, for thirty or sixty days... Then add another, so you are doing seven steps... Does it matter how long it takes you to work up to ten? Fifty? A hundred? Regardless how much older you become in the meantime, won't you improve?
Then today, I read a blog by another Spark friend addressing a very similar topic:
At any rate, there's my food for thought.
The State of Being: the big news, of course, was the BP Friday, and next Friday we'll see what the GP says. (Tho I'm not sure I'm in any hurry to repeat the 'Let's just stop the med totally' experiment, lol.)
Now, the flip side of that - the 'bad' news, if you will, although it's relatively minor - is the weight-loss plateau I've been on for weeks. Today, I broke it. FINALLY.
On the 30th of July, I was 157.3; today, I'm 156.6.
I know, I know, it's 'only' .7 of a pound. BUT: what it represents to me is that I'm not 'done' yet. This isn't some kind of setpoint beyond which I won't lose. (I'm still in the 'overweight' category BMI-wise.) That little bitty loss tells me I'm progressing again, that it will happen, and not to give up.
So when I wrote 'Only One Pound' a few days ago, I wasn't kidding about celebrating every achievement, no matter how small. After all, better eleven ounces than none, lol...
With that, I'm done. Off to television, Beatleband, and bedtime, in that order. Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!