I had one of those moments this morning.
Do you know what I mean?
That “out of body” moment when you look and wonder what on earth has happened. All those who-have-I-become questions and quizzical thoughts flood to the front of mind. I said to Louis, who has been working with me for some time, how my life revolved around “rules and sweat”. Not the prettiest description; training really does work up a “glow” and life has become more “rules ” focussed. Fewer carbs, watch the dairy, not too much caffeine and forget about excess sugar. Don’t fantasize about chocolate or if so, only the dark sort that makes my face contort like a wizened creature. I’d rather go without.
I liked myself as the girl who thought exercise was for other people. The girl who could eat and drink what she wanted, lounge about and never gain a pound – where has she gone? The one who could stay up all night, party hard and still string her words together the next day. She was fun. Now, she is the one working with the “rules” to age with grace and become a “better” version of her. It’s an admirable idea but I am sorry to farewell the old version.
Ageing well is exhausting.
It is a full-time job and in my case, the mind is very willing but the body is showing some pushback. Growing out the silver hair is easy and even adjusting skincare and make-up, no problem; keeping the body lean and flexible – there is the challenge. Exercise has never been my strong suit and perhaps I started far too late but I do know it has become the most important part of my day.
Rules? What do I mean by that?
More likely guidelines are the way to say what I must avoid if I wish to stay healthy and wise. It is not me who is dictating the agenda, but my body. The reality is I feel so much better if I do stick to certain habits. It is as simple as that and when I don’t, I pay. Let’s not even get started on how foods affect the joints? Maybe we should – I would love to know what you avoid or add to your diet to keep your joints super healthy? Mine seem to become inflamed with the least amount of provocation.
Back to movement.
I am right bang in the “the age of movement”.
It is the answer and I must believe the pain will mean gain and allow me to continue to run at 100mph.
Full on is the only way I wish to be “better, not younger”. xv
The Age Of Movement
image, daniel de arco photography