Noticing that several here are concerned about what’s perceived as my obsession with weight, I thought it would be useful to put it in context. It is an issue that I’ve never had to be concerned with (and I’ll be 75 next month).
But as my retirement has rolled on into its 12th year, my concern has been heightened with my avoidance of certain things. I never looked at myself in the mirror unless getting dressed up for some special outing. And those have disappeared from my life. Hardly ever weighed myself and would think, “As long as it does not go above ___.” What was this about I wondered (as only a former psychotherapists can wonder, I suppose).
There was the issue of not being interested in making an effort to travel, to think about creating another public art project. Partly it’s about aging.
My spouse, playing racquetball twice a week and only a bit overweight, had a quadruple by-pass three years ago. Our eating style changed.
But chocolate-imbibing became regular in the past year or so. Knew I’d become more sedentary than was useful. When Claude reported the need to pay more attetion to her own physical activity, I saw a window for change, a way for mutual support. So Elderexercise was begun.
This morning as I thought what I’d write here, I folowed my morning coffee my daily read of Ronni Bennett’s blog. Talk about synchronicity. Read the July 24 post at http://www.timegoesby.net/.
So, please, celebrate my paying regular attention to my body. Weighing myself once a week is not be an obsession in the DSM III (would insert link but button not working). I no longer eat chocolate after every lunch; spouse and i plan outings in this foodcentric city to eat at home more often, and I just turned down a bag of popcorn when my friend and I went to see “Mama, Mia!”