The Reality of Aging

This issue of aging will not be something I will consciously allow to become a situation. The reality of aging is chasing me down. My mind feels so free and ready, but when I go to move; my body halts and the pain sets in reminding me I am half a century old.

Had I not been an active person I may not be suffering as much as I am. I'd probably give in to the pain and just sit around feeling sorry for myself. I will not do it. I love living and feeling alive. I refuse to give into the horrific pain I sometimes encounter after doing things that would not have affected me at all just three years ago.

I believe we are not meant to do a lot of the things we do. Then the added strain of being overweight most of my life has only added insult to injury. I have whipped my body.As I sit here with a heating pad on my spine, and think about how good it feels; I chuckle. The reality of the matter, of the fact is I am aging.

Paying to the Piper

I am truly paying for going out and dancing last night. My entire body locked down. I have had to use my cane to get around the house. I have so many emotions around in regards to this arthritis thing. It is so hard for me to accept on many levels. My mind is not accepting the signals my body is sending.

As long as I am moving, but not too long, I feel great. Last night I noticed as long as I was moving, I felt like myself. When I took a break and sat down, I felt resistance when I tried to get up. When I got home, I could barely make it to the door.

I have used a heating pad and discovered to only gives minor relief for a minimal amount of time. it feels good as long as it is applied to the area. Drugs are out of the question at this point. I really don't want  to walk around in space, feeling little of nothing, even if it is pain.

Man, this issue is turning into an issuation, fast.