Am I Old?

I go back to work today for the first time since March. I’m looking forward to it. I am worried that it will be overwhelming and I’ll wish I was back home watching the People’s Court. And how well will I eat at work?  Will I remember people’s names? I am terrible at names. Actually I’m terrible at a lot of memory stuff. I am a notebook star. I have notebooks everywhere. I have pens in all my purses. Not A pen – pens. I have a cell phone but I forget to put things into it then I forget to look them up or forget to charge it. I feel like I’m getting old.

I’ve been told age is relative. I actually live in a place where they celebrate dozens of hundredth birthdays and 60-75th wedding anniversaries. Victoria’s octogenarians are seen hiking all over the place when they are not in the Times-Colonist 10K run or the Tour de Rock (the bike ride from north to south of Vancouver Island, that’s far).

I’ll have to work at it! A friend suggested that you pick an age when you wake up and that is the age you are all day. I woke up 66 years-old this morning. I even had to wake up to the alarm. For the last 8 months I haven’t needed an alarm and got up at 5:30 or so. Sigh. But there is an upside to this. I will have appropriate expectations for myself. I have to use my cane and a special chair. People will have to come to me, I’m not supposed to go up and down the stairs all day. Once or twice is OK until I’m stronger. That sounds like 66, right? Tomorrow I’ll be 27!

Does everyone over 30 worry about aging and how they look or perform? I don’t remember! Tee hee hee. I’m beginning to think this could be fun. I can use my age or infirmity as excuses for being me. I’m beginning to like me again. It’s part of the truth-fullness thing for losing weight.

I’ll suck it up. I am a Baby Boomer! One of the biggest population blip demographics in history. I will enjoy each phase and if the fact I know how to count calories shows my age – so be it. I will go to work and work at my life. I’ve kind of grown used to the idea that I may never know what I want to be when I grow up. I may never grow up, that’s OK, too.

Thanks for listening. ;D Diane

~ by 1fatgirlshrinking - Diane Kirby on October 29, 2012.

2 Responses to “Am I Old?”

  1. You did great this week D. We’re so happy to have you back 🙂 K

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