Tuesday, April 16, 2013
If anyone has visited my SparkPage, you might have noticed that I finally changed my ticker to over 200. Yes, I'm back in Twoterville and have been for a while. I had determined that I wouldn't move my ticker until I could move it down, but it wasn't happening, so I moved it up to the +27 lbs that I gained. I was hoping to move steadily back to Onederland and then on to 190 where I was when the holidays swamped me.
I also decided to post my real chronological age of 70. It's not that I mind being 70, it's just that it becomes a convenient excuse. I hear it around me all the time. Oh, I can't do that, I'm getting older now. Or, now that I'm older I have to expect to get this or that disease. Well, I'm not having it.
So I tell people that I'm almost 50. (I'm not fooling anyone) It's all about attitude. If I'm not looking in the mirror, it's easy to forget I'm 70. It's just a number after all. But I find it makes a difference when I tell myself I'm almost 50. I act differently and think differently about a lot of things. We really can trick our brains with our words. Even when we are well aware that we're doing it.
I live in a senior apartment building. My friends range in age from about 64 to 91. Every now and then something will come up about how things are now that we're older, and then someone will say, except for Janet, she's only 50.
The other day I was doing my re-certification for my apartment with the manager of my building. I mentioned that I was almost 50. (He just turned 50 this year.) He said, "How did you manage to live in this building?" (You have to be at least 62 to live here.) I winked at him and said, "I have an arrangement with the manager."
So try it. Age is just a number. It's boring to just take the one someone else wants you to have. Choose for yourself. Let them lead their lives. You lead yours.