Quite often I think back to childhood and the era of naps during kindergarten and wish I was back there right now.   No one told me as a child that when I was in middle age I would long for a nap so frequently as to become despondent when one was not available. Actually, there […]

Quite often I think back to childhood and the era of naps during kindergarten and wish I was back there right now.   No one told me as a child that when I was in middle age I would long for a nap so frequently as to become despondent when one was not available.

Actually, there are a lot of things from my youth that I wish I could regain, things like fast metabolism, vision sufficient for reading, and joints that move with ease.   I know I'm not alone in this quest, of course, because once you reach   a certain age it catches up with you.

Why do we waste so much of our precious youth in pursuit of fun without regard to where it will get us later in life?   It would be wonderful if we could travel forward in time and warn our older selves to brush regularly, take plenty of naps, and eat our vegetables.

Not that I'm beyond any of that now, of course.   I can heed my own advice and do all those things and I could probably enjoy reasonable health for the rest of my days.   Somehow, though, I have a feeling that most of the damage is done.

Since I've already had a stress test, an angiogram, multiple MRIs and CT scans, an endoscope and spinal fusion, it's probably going to be maintenance at best for me.

I'm not foolish enough to think I could reverse the process of age but I know I can help it from accelerating!   What I need is motivation, which is often hard to come by.

I'd much prefer napping, snacking, and complaining about aches and pains, but that's not much fun for the people around me.   Since I wrote a blog over a year about the need to become healthier I suppose it's about time I started for real.

Then I think about how much I like naps, snacks and complaining, and I wonder why I would give all that up!   On the serious side, though, I think about how many people I encounter weekly who have the same problems and how we all just get by and live with our pains and complaints.

Today I had breakfast with family and as we caught up with our lives we also talked about joint pain, headaches, surgery, and heredity.   Nothing you can do about heredity, I'm afraid.

I wonder how much we'd enjoy life if we did take the steps to improve our health where we could, move with greater ease and sleep better at night.   Time will tell, I suppose, and aren't we lucky that it is our decision to make.

I'm not anxious to engage in drastic measures like Botox or knee replacement or really any more surgery in my life until it becomes absolutely necessary. I'm not looking to live into my 90s, but I would like to feel closer to 50 than to 70 for as long as I can.

Wish me luck and I'd love to hear from others who feel as I do.