In less the a month, my 50th year on the planet will come to a close, opening the door to Year 51. I’ve taken many selfies during the year under the #cz50selfiesat50 on Instagram. I haven’t really taken 50 yet. After a while, selfies can feel like pulling teeth when you never really leave your house.
Bottom line: vacations are selfie GOLD, my friends. I really should go somewhere.
That said, I had this thought the other day while climbing the stairs in my home, grasping the handrail to avoid putting pressure on a tweaked knee, a knee that was fine until I simply turned right one day in the kitchen while doing dishes… and that thought was: why didn’t anyone tell me that shit starts to fall apart at 50?
Now before you think this going to be a woe is me kind of post, let me assure you, it’s not. It’s just that it hit me the other day that one day, my children may have children, and how is Grandma going to quietly carry the sleeping baby up the stairs with knees that appear to be getting worse by the week? Because you know I will getting as much time as I possibly can with those yet-to-exist grand babies, right?
That’s jumping ahead. I get it. But still… 50 was the year of realizing how creaky things are getting. True, I didn’t take the best care of myself last year from a nutritional standpoint. I started out with a real bang, but it all nosedived somewhere in the middle of the summer. I’m a firm believer in food as a healing agent, so the fact that I ingested hella amounts of sugar last year (and yes, wine is number one on that list), is no surprise to me that there was a lot of creaky, achey joints.
Or was it all those physically punishing years as a figure skater? We’re my little bird legs just too weak to support all of that?
This year, I’m looking at nutrition to aid in getting rid of the creakiness, and yet one little knee tweak makes me think, “Really? I was JUST getting a handle on this.”
And the chin hair. What is up with that? Seriously? Aunt Flo packed her bags almost four years ago and now this?
I’m just saying there are things you don’t talk about at 20. Chin hair and the inability to take stairs smoothly being at the top of that list.
Maybe I need to design a new set of printables with sayings like, “Where the hell are my tweezers?” or “Remember this… knee pain.”
Yeah. I’ll get right on that.
SPEAKING OF PRODUCTS…
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