Seventy Is It Possible

Seventy Yikes

My husband Gary and I are creeping slowly or not so slowly towards the age of seventy. We both find this utterly amazing and also a bit weird. Gary says it seemed like just yesterday he was in his thirties. Time flies by so fast it’s crazy. The photos throughout are with no filter or make-up. It is what is is, and so it shall be.

One minute turning twenty-one is in front of us and the next we are facing seventy. Where did the time go? As we age, time seems to rapidly go faster. Turning sixty-three this year is a major milestone but not as major as seventy will be.

Gary will soon be on Medicare. Another exciting aspect of aging. Although with insurance the way it is we both look forward to Medicare. Gary and I will attend a seminar discussing Medicare in its entirety. Should be fascinating as well as informative. 

Back In the Day

Back in the day, when Gary and I were in our twenties the world was a much different place. Work was what we both did. Me with three kids to support and Gary with toys to buy. We both knew in order to better ourselves we needed to work.  Long hours and little pay were common in those days. Twelve-hour workdays were not uncommon. Of course, Gary and I didn’t know one another back then. We got together later in life, in our late forties. Good things come to those who wait. 

Change Is Inevitable

Our bodies were way different back then also. No aches, no pains. Standing naked in front of a full length mirror is something we could do. Not ashamed to look at and admire the youthful body we see in front of us. Now at sixty three I still look at my body but there has been a metamorphosis in the most awful way. What happened to that muscle toned body of youth? It has been replaced with a body I no longer recognize. It is hard to stay in shape past the age of sixty. I’m not saying it’s impossible, just likely not probable. Although I will continue to run, until my body tells me to stop. My smooth skin has turned into skin that doesn’t snap back. Bat wings have taken the place of muscle in the upper part of my arms. 

Free weights are in our home and I do use them, but it’s so hard. My body does not bounce back the way it used to. In our youth we take our bodies for granted. It is not until later in life we wish we could have that youthful body back. But alas, it’s gone for good. We now have to work with what we have. 

The age I am at now I do not like to wear anything too snug or tight. My daughters are at the age where they look amazing with workout clothes on, the tighter the better. I can wear them when I run but as soon as I’m home and am done with stretching they come off. Now, at my age I like comfy clothes. Clothes that are loose. Nothing too tight or constrictive. 

Gary Is Done

Gary says his body is about done. He’s on his way out. As we age, we also (at least some of us) get medical issues. My husband's poor body has been through the mill. A drywaller all his life he hasn't been the kindest to his body. He fell from the first floor to the basement and landed on a sawhorse. No visit to the doctor, he got up, shook himself off and went back to work. He is paying for it now. He believes he most likely tore a muscle when that happened. It didn’t heal correctly, and he now suffers because of it. His digestive tract doesn’t work properly either, so he deals with that also. Trying different foods, gluten free, organic, anything that will help him with his stomach. He also has a pulled groin, the doctor told him to do nothing for three to four months. Who can do that? It’s almost an impossibility for anyone. So, let’s mix that in with everything else.  We are only in our sixties. What happens when we reach seventy? At this moment I cannot comprehend being that age. It seems as if it’s a million years away and really, it’s just around the corner. I am not sure about my husband, but I cannot imagine myself being seventy years old. Where did my forties and fifties go? Neither one of us need any more birthdays.

Will we slow down even more than we already have when we turn seventy? Will I still be running? Will Gary finally have answers for his many medical issues? All good questions to which I have no answer for. Which means we wait and see. Life is a guessing game. 

Staying active with both mind and body is a good thing. God knows losing my mind is something I ponder and worry about on occasion. I have mentioned Dementia a time or two in my posts if you’ve been following along. It runs in my mothers family. Not something I ever want, along with diabetes which is also prevalent in my genes. Bad family genes make me want to exercise more and keep my mind sharp. Forgetfulness is something we all have when we get older. At least I am hoping that is what mine is. 

Don't Worry About It

We can sit and worry about turning seventy. But that just takes away from our day. We cannot turn back the clock, if we could I would rewind a bit. Take me back to my fifties. I loved my fifties. In all reality I didn’t mind any age, that is until I turned sixty. That one hit me hard. I am technically an old lady. Gary and I get the senior discount at the grocery store. We qualify for AARP. We look at one another and wonder where the time went.

In seven years, I will be seventy. Gary reaches seventy shortly before me. Neither one of us truly believes it. Maybe when it’s staring us in the face, we will accept it. Before that, no. When we wake in the morning we will still be in our sixties, youngsters. Right now, we are closer to sixty than seventy so we will take whatever we can get and run with it. 

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Age is just a number, right?

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