(picture of a bath on my wish list)
So, what does your body tell you at your age?
Does it say, indulge me?
Does it say, hide me?
Look at me, look at me?
After a long trip: Get into the tub; get into the hot tub. Get into the hottest tub you can stand.
After a good meal: Take a nap! Now! Take a nap no matter what!
After you played violin/fiddle: Are you talking to me? What do you want me to do? How? Ouch!
After a walk: I saw nothing new. Can't we see anything new? Can't you see you did this already.
After a bad night's sleep: You got stop eating big meals. You got to stop. Stop it already!
After a flight of stairs: You think you're Madonna? You'll be sorry. You'll be!
After 70 years trying to return to that ideal weight you never had: Ah! Still trying after all these years!
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smiles...mine has def slowed a bit this year, my knees i crushed as a young man def feeling the weather a bit more these days...
My body tells me not to beleive people who tell me that I do no show my age. He and I know that I have it and must be cautious.
What's with the Scientology poster?
I love the rhyme! I sometimes see a secret attraction :)
Rosaria...my body is saying to me "hey you what the hell!? You keep letting these people in face masks knock me out and cut me up, whaddya think I am a chart of where the best cuts of meat are?"
That's what it is saying this week, next week it will be saying something like "geez dude, I'm bored let's go do something not boring."
I find it to be very trying!
My body is telling me that it doesn't like to have its legs tucked under on the couch anymore.
Love the ending - trying to get to the weight you never were. That describes my efforts perfectly!
:)
I keep trying though a bit slower.
My body is always tell me my mind is still good anyway.
Not minding the wrinkles, not minding that it takes me a few seconds to get up from a chair, trying to love myself despite not being as pristine as I once was. My body smiles back at me, not minding that I try so hard to keep it moving. I smile back at my body, being aware that it has carried me through one heck of a life so far....
To gaze out that window while soaking, would be heaven.
My body reminds me daily that I am not 20 any more but I do my best to ignore it, not always easy. I would love to sit and soak in that bath. We have two showers and no bath. Most of the time I prefer to shower, but there are times when I would love to have a hot soak!! Diane
I've just read a fantastic essay on the dichotomy of consciousness and brain so your post was right up my street. How far do we go in listening to our bodies/minds, obeying them or allowing them to dictate to us what we can or cannot do? Great post with the right amount of humour and seriousness in it. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
When I look back at old photos of myself I want to slap my head for thinking I looked fat then and always hating to have pics taken, etc. I looked good then...so now I must really look horrible..wait, there I go again with the bad body language! Somebody please slap my head for me!
This made me smile. I have been hiking stairs koko crater), going to zumba with my daughter... taking long walks. Gravity is still winning.
Oh, too true. Whenever I'm in yoga class, I can hear this ragged flesh groaning, "You want me to do what?!!! Anything to postpone the inevitable...
I have the body of an eighty-year-old. Body enough, in fact, for a couple of eighty year old people.
But I'm only 66.
This is not an auspicious start.
But I'm trying. People agree. One even said I was very trying. I think it was a recognition that I'm trying very hard.
But perhaps not.
You, rosaria, are succeeding, not just trying. In fact, not tying at all.
Yes to nearly all of these things..... especially the overweight bit.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
WHAT! you're not MADONNA!
Well, well.... happens to all of us eventually, doesn't it?
That bath looks wonderful. I want a soak too!!
Gotta listen to our bodies!! They're the only ones we have and we are so lucky to have them...they deserve no disrespect and poor treatment. and, in spite of treating them badly at times, they continue to serve!
haha, your last line got me to laugh out loud. :) I'm definitely trying to do the same...not as easy as it sounds to listen to your body...
I have learned to listen more to my body than pay attention to it. It has carried me my whole life and yet I have most often under appreciated the significance of that which houses life itself for me. Our body is our most intimate ally and yet we often spend years fighting against it :(.
PS I think of you and your Brian often. My heart holds an ache for your loss as a woman and mother.
I still think that I am 25. At that age I looked far better than I thought I did. Now I know that there is no going back.
Nice reflections: I posted a similar yet different post this week.
At 75 and knee prostheses, I avoid stairs, but even steps leave me breathless and I realize limitations I once did not have.
This week we marked our 43rd year of marriage. I am thankful we are still breathing, albeit nowhere near our youthful 100% input output.
My aged metabolism hates weight loss but I have still managed 40 lbs in 3 YEARS. Am working on the 10 that it will probably be this year. It is something the less I obsess on, the better off I am.
I can still do many things but it takes SOooo much longer, that chore list for the day gets shorter. That way I am not depressed.
We are fortunate to afford yard and house help. We are not too demanding.
But most of all I try not be be so hard on myself or my husband. After all at this moment in time we still have most of our mental acuity!
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