by Kassandra Lamb
I recently turned 66. My mind is amazed by that. It feels more like it’s 35.
But more and more my mind gets daily reminders from my aging body—it may THINK it’s still relatively young, but oh boy…
Years ago, a friend of mine, on the occasion of her 50th birthday, said, “How did my 25-year-old mind get stuck in this 50-year-old body?” That totally captures how I’m feeling these days.
Here are six things that absolutely boggle that young-thinking mind of mine regarding my aging body:
1. I waddle for the first few steps when I stand up after sitting for a while.
It takes a moment or two for my hip joints to remember what they’re supposed to do.
I sometimes consciously try not to waddle. I can do that by walking very stiffly with my legs sort of pinched together. But as soon as I stop doing that, guess what… I waddle for a few steps.
2. I can’t say “Hold, please,” when I hear the call of nature.
Used to be if I was in the middle of something—writing a scene, feeding the dog, fixing my lunch—I could wait until I was done that task before heading for the bathroom.
Nope, not anymore. Old lady bladders do not wait!
3. I can’t eat rich food without paying the price.
And the definition of rich food is getting narrower. A few weeks ago, We went out to one of the nicer restaurants in town to celebrate our anniversary. I had Caesar salad, filet mignon (almost melted in my mouth!), and mashed potatoes, for Pete’s sake! And for dessert, cinnamon beignets with dark chocolate dip.
Even the beignets weren’t all that rich. They were these light little cinnamon pastries, mostly air really, and I dipped just a corner in the chocolate. Delish!
I left the restaurant feeling pleasantly full and pleased with myself that I’d resisted the much richer dishes on the menu.
Yeah, about that… To avoid going into TMI territory, let’s just say that my system was not happy and it let me know about it. (I decided the steak and dessert were still worth it.)
And speaking of the dessert…
4. I can’t do ANY caffeine after 5ish if I want to sleep that night.
Sleep becomes more fragile as we age, the multiple reasons for insomnia increasing geometrically with every half a decade over 45.
Used to be I couldn’t do coffee or strong hot tea (the only way I like it) after 5 p.m. Then I could only have them in the mornings. But I could drink iced tea or colas well into the evening.
Then it was one cup of hot tea in the a.m. and iced tea until 6ish, but I could still eat chocolate in the evenings.
Yeah, you guessed it. Even that little bit of dark chocolate in the dip was too much. I was up every hour or so all night. (Again, still worth it!)
5. When I look in the mirror, my mother is staring back at me.
I’ve looked more like my father’s side of the family for most of my adulthood. That was a good thing. They’re slimmer with higher metabolic rates than my mother’s clan.
Also, I don’t really remember what my mother looked like when I was a kid. Your mom is just your mom. You don’t actually LOOK at her.
So most of my memories of my mother’s appearance are from my teen years and beyond, when she was middle-aged… and beyond.
And now I am “beyond” and I look a lot like she did at my age. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my mom. But I do not want to BE her.
6. I have no reserve tank, energy-wise. When I’m done, I’m done.
I used to be a very active person. I still am, I guess, “for my age.” I walk or do Zumba almost every day.
But I also have five chronic health issues that cause fatigue. (Yup, five!) I’ve learned to pace myself, and I’m pretty good at it, most of the time. But there are times when I start something I can’t finish.
I bought a new piece of furniture recently. It came in pieces. It wasn’t that hard to put together, but I had to do it over three days, a couple of hours a day.
Okay, other oldsters out there, what aspects of your aging body tend to startle your still-youngish mind?
AND we have a new release for you, from Kirsten Weiss.
This is a really fun read!! And Kirsten will be posting later in the month with more about UFO sightings and such.
Planet of the Grapes, A Doyle Cozy Mystery (A Wits’ End Mystery #2)
Aliens, fairies and murder, oh, my!
In small-town Doyle, California, UFO abductions are a budding tourist attraction. So when Susan Witsend brings a UFO festival to town, she’s ready for some well-deserved time in the sun.
What she gets instead is the corpse of a UFO conspiracy theorist, brained with a bottle of local wine.
Susan may be the owner of a UFO-themed B&B, but she doesn’t wish on stars to get what she wants. She’s a woman with a planner. Plan A) Milk the UFO festival for all it’s worth. Plan B) Stop lusting after her best friend turned security consultant, Arsen Holiday.
But murder isn’t the only thing threatening Susan’s best-laid plans. Beset by alien protestors, aging nudists, and hidden secrets at every turn, Susan’s nearing her wits’ end. And now Plan C is to stay on the good side of a grumpy local sheriff.
Susan may not have a clue, but she knows she wants a certain security consultant at her side when the killer goes supernova.
Planet of the Grapes is book 2 in the Wits’ End series of cozy mystery novels. If you like laugh-out-loud cozy mysteries, you’ll like Planet of the Grapes. Buy the book to start this hilarious caper today! Breakfast recipes at the back of the book.
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Posted by Kassandra Lamb. Kass is a retired psychotherapist turned mystery writer. She is the author of the Kate Huntington psychological mysteries, set in her native Maryland, and the Marcia Banks and Buddy cozy mysteries, set in Central Florida.
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