Are We Having Fun Yet?

This post comes under the heading of General Whingeing.

I am 56 years old. I have never really taken care of myself, with regard to exercise, skin care, etc., and now I'm paying the price.

Twelve years ago, I rode a bike five miles a day, to a job where I stood in one spot and flailed my arms for 8 hours or more. Total strangers used to ask if I worked out. I used to say,
"No, I just work!"

Two things (well, maybe three) have led to the decline of my physical well-being. The first is driving. I now drive everywhere, because, in this town, the places I need to go are scattered hither and yon. Second is the fact that I am no longer a single mother, hovering just above the line that makes one eligible for food stamps. Moms in that situation tend to be skinny, at least they do if they have any knowledge of nutrition and no money to spend on empty calories. The third is the acquisition of a husband who thinks that almost any food can be improved by the addition of sour cream, half and half or cheese, and who has never heard of margarine.

On the plus side, I have quit smoking. I started this blog as something to do with my hands while not smoking, and that (plus the "patch") worked. I haven't had a cigarette since August 29th of last year. However, I have gained 30 lbs.

I was going to yoga classes once a week, but had to quit when I started working.

My knees hurt, my ankles hurt, my back hurts. All of them. Most of the time. I think I'm keeping OTC painkiller manufacturers in business.

It's time to get a grip. I need to walk more, eat less and drink more water.

Expect updates.