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A Spotlight on My Fluctuating Relationship With Fitness
How age, emotions and circumstances can impact the desire to work out.
Getting old sucks.
I can’t read a damned thing without my progressive glasses. That perfect sight that I was blessed with until the forties hit is long gone, dearly missed and desperately desired again.
Then there are the wayward hormones. Women get clobbered with some endocrinological changes that are nothing short of unfair and cruel. It starts with the ‘monthly’ as adolescents and the associated excruciating abdominal cramps.
Next comes the assault of pregnancy that stretches, enlarges and reshapes our bellies, boobs and nether regions. Some recover; many don’t — and I’m talking both women and body parts here!
The final hurrah? Menopause. Nocturnal sweats, hot flashes, sleep issues, [more] mood changes and [more] weight gain.
Oh yes, the weight gain.
I was always labelled ‘skinny’ as a child; I think people thought my parents were starving me and my older two siblings. I could eat anything with no consequences. Not an ounce of fat was visible on my young body.
I couldn’t understand how people became plump. I had a friend who would only look at a chocolate…
