He said my journey to wellness wouldn’t be a straight line. That there would be ups and downs…good days and not so good. Patience…dear Lord this takes patience, but mainly with myself as I learn to eat kale and actually enjoy the taste sauteed in olive oil with some minced garlic near the end. I didn’t think I’d ever buy kale, much less eat it.
This journey is taking me into natural markets that I’ve heard of but couldn’t imagine shopping in as I stock up on fruits and veggies twice a week. I watched a YouTube video this morning on starting a compost pile, because it feels wasteful placing a banana peel in the trash each morning. The gardener in me is curious to see what I could grow to eat, so I planted a spring mix of salad greens and they’re starting to sprout.
I’m in week 5 of doing what Dr. Jason suggested and the printouts they gave me during my first visit said most people start to feel a difference between 4 to 6 weeks and I can. I’m not tired anymore, but around week 3, all my body wanted to do was rest.
Healing takes patience, but when we obey our bodies, the rewards are astounding and this is only week 5. What’s week 55 going to be like? His parting words from our previous visit were, “Don’t hurt yourself, Barbara”. Just because I feel strong and energetic enough to move a mountain doesn’t mean I should.
He gave me a stern look and said, “This is what people your age do once they start feeling better they injure themselves.” Been there, done that and don’t need to relive it.
Aging doesn’t mean we stop, but we do slow down and become more mindful of how we want to spend what time we have left. It’s when we slow down to the point of not enjoying this God-given life that we begin to feel old. Our bodies need movement to remain agile, so I started walking again now that the weather has cooled. Yesterday, I saw a man jogging and he yelled, “It’s cold!” I just laughed and thought, “You need to talk to my friends, Dwight and Anne before you claim this as cold.”
Fall and winter is my favorite time of year in Texas and I’m grateful to be reclaiming the body and mind to enjoy it. My daughter left a postcard here that says, “You are solid gold, baby”, and by aging well…waking up to a new day feels pretty much golden.






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