Do you ever wonder what you will look like when you are eighty, ninety, or even a hundred?
I just don’t. I have never stared into the mirror and tried to see the woman in my future. I am a live-one-day-at-a-time kind of girl. Since I turned fifty, I have started each day with a goal to make it the best it can be and live each minute to its fullest…that is where I discover my definition of joy. No stinging regrets from the past and no fears of the future…
Until recently, when my doctor forced me to walk down that road. I have the potential of going from a 5’8” active woman to a small, curved over, slow, little lady. I now have osteoporosis in my spine. Bummer. A new medication had entered my life, and the battle with new fears. Confession: I allowed the news to get to me for about twenty four hours, so the Joy Boutique read CLOSED.
This was the doctor’s appointment where I envisioned new reads in the tests. I had changed eating habits. I have been working out with a trainer since July….yes, you read that right….at sixty, and I started to work out with a group of friends doing weight training twice a week. Lately, the sessions have been grueling. I told my husband one morning last week that I did not know if I could continue…I had met my match…and it was called a burpee. No, it is not a cute little pillow for a new mommy. It is a torture device from hell. Fall to a squat, kick out your legs, and perform a push up, kick your legs back in, jump to your feet and jump up in the air. So far, I have done zero and if these attempts end up on YouTube, someone is going to pay!
But, I know myself so well. If I had received only good news at this doctor’s appointment, I might have backed off of the routine. So, though I am not rejoicing in the news…I have returned to the land of dogged determination…no defeats.
(Cue: Rocky Music Please) Can you see me running the steps in Philadelphia? One of the ladies in my group has osteoporosis all over…hips included. So far, I do not…mine is reserved currently to my spine. I need these other women and my trainer for accountability. He will not allow us mediocrity…we keep pushing forward. Last week we pulled up 120 pounds in a deadlift!! But, it is never easy and it is not meant to be.
I have shrunk one half inch…but there will be no shrinking back. Twice a week, I will see that little curved woman in my mirror and try to push her farther and farther into the future.
What’s your greatest struggle at this moment, and how are you coping?