Age…Is It Really just a Number?

Age (50), is it really just a number? I am pondering this question today. Hmmm.

Since my weight loss, I have been of the “can-do-anything” attitude (much to the chagrin of our children…remind me to tell you about almost falling off of the garage roof).

Anywhooo, today I put my back out. Grrrr. I don’t like being laid up! It actually does make me feel older than I should feel. I don’t believe that we should ever feel “old”. If we take care of our bodies, why shouldn’t we be able to do all of the things that we did in our 20’s and 30’s?

Long story short: I’ve been somewhat of a hoarder of sentimental items. I am so not kidding when I say “hoarder”. Over the past 30 years I believe I have kept “all of the things”. Not just the children’s clothes, shoes, schoolwork, artwork, toys, etc… but I actually kept the clothes that may husband and I no longer wore. It is crazy!

Since December has been unusually warm 50 above, compared to the usual 30 below, I decided it was time to clean out our storage unit. Eeek!

Here is the “short” part of this story. In the process of moving totes (heavy totes), I pulled a muscle in my mid back. Not being very bright (I think self deprication is warranted here), I decided to work on it again today and in the process of moving more totes, while trying to favor the injured side of my back, I pulled a muscle on the other side in my hip.

Can we just say…I am in pain. I don’t like this kind of pain. Like I said, it makes me feel old.

When I was younger (wasn’t that just last week?), I could have done this type of lifting and rearranging without injury or pain. 50 should not be so different than 30, should it?

I don’t like this type of injury simply because it is all-consuming. It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe.

I’ve been whining, mostly to myself (and you), about how much pain I’m in; and until this minute when I decided to post about it, I didn’t actually take control of the situation; I was simply just wallowing in my self pity.

Seriously?!? This is not the person I am anymore!!! It is time to figure out what I’m going to do about it!

What am I going to do about it??? Whining is just so easy…can’t I just continue to do that? I suppose I could, but what fun would that be? I would only make myself more miserable when I realize that my sweet husband doesn’t want to hear me complaining since 1. it is annoying and 2. he can’t do anything to fix the problem for me.

The only answer is…I need to continue to work on increasing my strength. It is as simple as that.

50 isn’t “old” so why should it feel old? Age is just a number!