I am Cracking Up…. with Age
There comes a time in every girl, well middle-aged woman’s life when she needs to admit her outer shell is getting a little fragile. At Forty eight I guess I am sitting on the hill, about to roll down the other side. My skin has lost its bounce, my hair sprouts brittle strands of grey hair faster than I can pluck them out and I struggle to complete a sentence without puffing, if I walk up anything steeper than a speed bump on the road.
On a recent visit to the Doctors for a standard health check I discovered my cholesterol had hit an all time high. This was a shocking moment for a person who has enjoyed eating whatever she damn well pleased and never paid the price. I guess it had to finally catch up with me at some point.
I would be lying if I did not admit, I noticed the extra tyre forming around my middle some time back, but I thought due to turning forty-nine this year it was my right to carry a little extra weight. My Doctor enlightened me on a healthier diet and told me to start straight away. Secretly I knew that cheese, or chocolate, and any form of whipped cream would not be on her list next to the almonds or alfalfa sprouts, yet I am forever the optimist.
I informed my family that it was time I changed my routine and eating habits. No one disagreed. My trainer (ten-year old daughter) has me on a strict daily walking schedule before taking the children to school. I battle the hills and the swarms of flies to reach my set tasks. My ab circle pro came out of its hiding place I dusted it off and began madly swishing from side to side thinking about all the times I barely move a muscle because I am sitting at my computer. Needless to say I was in pain for several days when I attempted a session and swished myself into an undignified crumpled mess on the ground. I scraped my knee and bruised several ribs. When I told people about my injuries they laughed. “Serve yourself right for doing silly stuff, like trying to get fit and healthy.”
Funny how we all know what is good for us and yet we still do the thing we know we shouldn’t. Discipline in any form for me is hard and I find the same applies to writing. The days I avoid, are the days I should write the most. If I place my butt down and just begin I eventually find some momentum. I think it is wise to have a healthier lifestyle as I age. Keeping a good sense of humour about why a salad wrap is my new best friend and honestly since I have started walking I feel better, more alive and ready to write. Now I have my daughter, son, ten thousand flies, three cats and a dog who follow me up the hill.
Enjoy the view from the top
When I reach the top the view is stunning, I hope I can reach the same dizzying heights with my writing, mind you as I sit here tapping away I have put away a cup of tea and three digestive biscuits without a second glance. Now eyeing off my daughters early easter present from her grandparents mmmm chocolate.
How do you stay fit when you know writing is not the kind of pass time that keeps the blood flowing. Have you any healthy secrets you could share with fellow writers who may stray from healthy living from time to time?