How old are you really?
I've come to the conclusion that being 52 isn't half bad. You're still young enough to think you aren't one of those old people. And efforts by others to make you feel old...roll right off like water on a duck's back!
You might know what I mean...young waiters ask if you want to order off the Senior Menu. Some folk raise their eyebrows if you wear your skirt above your knees. (Even if you have a great pair of legs!) You get up in the morning and look in the mirror. Looking back is someone who looks a lot like your mother.(Ahh those internal messages can also contain barbs!)
And then there are those times when you run into someone your own age and think...My God when did so and so get so old? And as soon as you think it--you realize she might be thinking the same about you.
And that brings me to the focus of today's blog. How old are we...really?
Recently I ran into a woman one year old than me. Arthritis and obesity has forced her to use a walker. She was scheduled to have hip surgery. Her hair had streaks of gray, he eyes had lost their sparkle. She wore a long pullover gray sweatshirt that hung to her knees and a pair of jeans. She not only looked old...but she sounded old. Her voice was thin and weak. Each word dripped with sadness.
Our visit consisted of an update on her long list of medical problems and along with discriptions of tests and medications. She also tossed in details of a troubled marraige and problems with the kids.
She then asked how I was doing. I told her life couldn't be better...now that I had found Body For Life.
She just shook her head and said---"yeah but you've always looked good."
I told her the program took hard work but it had worked for thousands more...and I'd be glad to give her a book and any help I could in making her own transformation.
She had a thousand excuses why it wouldn't work for her.
Less than two years ago--I would have agreed with her that it was impossible to change the cards that life had delt. I would have matched each of her one thousand excuses with those of my own. Not anymore. Today thanks to BFL I know how to re-shuffle the deck and discard the bad cards with the best of them...to play a winning hand. I've read that leaders lead by example. I want to lead--and I work hard to present a good example. I'm also learning that each person has to hit their personal worst before then can go for their personal best.
Tonight's questions... How old are you really? Why do so many people give up on life when there is so much more life to live? Why can't I wear a modest mini skirt if my legs look great? And do you suppose it isn't all that bad to look like my mother?
You might know what I mean...young waiters ask if you want to order off the Senior Menu. Some folk raise their eyebrows if you wear your skirt above your knees. (Even if you have a great pair of legs!) You get up in the morning and look in the mirror. Looking back is someone who looks a lot like your mother.(Ahh those internal messages can also contain barbs!)
And then there are those times when you run into someone your own age and think...My God when did so and so get so old? And as soon as you think it--you realize she might be thinking the same about you.
And that brings me to the focus of today's blog. How old are we...really?
Recently I ran into a woman one year old than me. Arthritis and obesity has forced her to use a walker. She was scheduled to have hip surgery. Her hair had streaks of gray, he eyes had lost their sparkle. She wore a long pullover gray sweatshirt that hung to her knees and a pair of jeans. She not only looked old...but she sounded old. Her voice was thin and weak. Each word dripped with sadness.
Our visit consisted of an update on her long list of medical problems and along with discriptions of tests and medications. She also tossed in details of a troubled marraige and problems with the kids.
She then asked how I was doing. I told her life couldn't be better...now that I had found Body For Life.
She just shook her head and said---"yeah but you've always looked good."
I told her the program took hard work but it had worked for thousands more...and I'd be glad to give her a book and any help I could in making her own transformation.
She had a thousand excuses why it wouldn't work for her.
Less than two years ago--I would have agreed with her that it was impossible to change the cards that life had delt. I would have matched each of her one thousand excuses with those of my own. Not anymore. Today thanks to BFL I know how to re-shuffle the deck and discard the bad cards with the best of them...to play a winning hand. I've read that leaders lead by example. I want to lead--and I work hard to present a good example. I'm also learning that each person has to hit their personal worst before then can go for their personal best.
Tonight's questions... How old are you really? Why do so many people give up on life when there is so much more life to live? Why can't I wear a modest mini skirt if my legs look great? And do you suppose it isn't all that bad to look like my mother?
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