My body sends me little messages in many different ways that things are not working as they once did. Pizza is not to be eaten right before bed because my aging digestive system sends out a shrieking alarm of heartburn which can last long into the night. My knees protest when I get down on them to retrieve an object that had the nerve to roll under some piece of furniture. I use this long stick, with pincher's on the end, to reel in objects that have risen above my shrinking stature.
My ears ring..... constantly. It was very annoying when I first became aware of that incessant buzzing. Now I hardly notice it. I forget things ..like where did I put my phone, or what is my husband's name....just kidding about the second one! I can remember many things from the past, but remembering what I had for lunch yesterday just isn't worth using up those dwindling brain cells.
I wouldn't want to be any other age than the one I am right now. No way I want to go back and live through some of those years again. However, I do miss my younger body. The one that could run down the beach, flying like the wind, beating my dad who was a state champion sprinter. The body that could carry two kids, one on each hip, up and down the stairs, no aching knees, no shortness of breath. The girl who did handstands off the high diving board and cartwheels over and over. I look in the mirror and I still see her, it's the body I don't recognize. My grandmother (see previous post) was right you know, time, which we all take for granted, it goes in the blink of an eye.