I have noticed recently that I am starting to truly feel the ageing process kick in.
The mirror is not my friend.
I see more lines than before, more grey hairs, more flesh around my middle.
I have the hands of a sixty year old, because I have never bothered to use hand cream.
I feel aches and pains more often. My joints are stiff and sore.
I struggle to remember the last time I did not feel tension and burning in my shoulders and lower back.
More and more often I find myself in a room with no idea why I went into it.
I struggle to remember things or recall words I need.
To be fair, a lot of my woes could be a result of letting my once uber healthy lifestyle slip.
Once upon a time, I was a die-hard exerciser, healthy eater, moderate drinker and non-smoker.
I have at least stayed off the cigarettes, but that is about all I have in common with my former self.
Last summer I weighed a stone less than I do now.
I proudly sported an enviable set of abs and defined biceps.
My legs were slim and I had the much sought-after thigh gap.
I had cheekbones and clavicles on show for god’s sake!
Today I sit at my kitchen table feeling my jeans dig in around my thighs and stomach. My bra feels restrictive and the cups are overflowing.
My face, reflected on the Mac Book screen, no longer flaunts bone structure, but instead taunts me with a slack jawline and sagging skin.
When I weighed less I had more energy.
I did not suffer in the heat due to any extra insulation. I felt lighter and springier and, I’ll admit it, happier in myself.
I need to make changes.
My diet needs to return to my once healthy regime of salads, fruit and lots of water.
I need to cut back on how much I drink. The truth is, the sadness brought about by my physical changes and increasing aches and pains has resulted in me often seeking solace in a glass, or several, of wine. This must stop.
I also need to reacquaint myself with daily exercise. The funny thing is that I know that exercise actually increases energy over time, but I find myself stuck in a lazy and apathetic frame of mind when it comes to actually getting that sports bra on and getting active.
Using ageing as an excuse is simply not acceptable to me anymore.
I have a body that works and I should put it to use.
I should fuel it properly with wholesome foods and push it to become stronger by moving it more often.
I am sure that not only will my physical appearance improve, but also my mood will be lifted and my thoughts will be clearer.
Stretching and using my body will most likely help relieve some my aches and pains, rather than add to them.
So what is stopping me?
That is the question…