So this is probably for another topic, but it’s the age. I’ll be sixty next year. Two things:
- The photos. Again, I’ve posted a lot of pics, given “here’s 46!” as a testament to what we do, and I was in the challenge in ‘21 looking seriously doughy. But right now I just feel miserable at the thought.
Partly because:
- And this is a big question for me, when do I relax and stop chasing so hard? Covid and working from home produced a big change in me, and I suspect many others. I was in a low case count state, but because of my job was exposed to a lot of loss, and I always work with medically fragile people. On my caseload currently is an adult victim of shaken baby syndrome; she is blind and a paraplegic. Anyway, my interest in working out came back eventually, but my ability to focus and willingness to suffer at the level it would take to drop the 25 lbs I gained have not.
I’m struggling with: at 60, am I ready to not be exceptional? And at 60, how exceptional can I really be? I look like an average healthy American woman currently. Why isn’t it enough?
Like, what the fuck am I doing?
(Were you ready for this response, @TrainForPain? lol)