Personally, I am quite happy with my life. I don't mean to suggest that I buck the trend but I don't think I feel any less happy than I did 15 years ago. Nor am I more anxious I don't think. I certainly think my life is worthwhile. There are a lot of stressors in my life, as there is in anyone's and I can see where the data is coming from.
Having said that, there are moments when I think my body age is not in sync with my mental age. Do you get this feeling sometimes? I am constantly surprised about the picture our mirrors reflect. Surely that creased, tired and limp haired creature is not me? In my mind I look quite differently. In my mind, I feel quite differently. I am convinced that our mirrors are part of a larger conspiracy to sap life energy from perfectly happy beings :-)
But lets not digress. My body is definitely more tired than my mind. I can't blame my age, there are many fit and healthy middle aged people. I have gone from running half marathons to barely crawling 500 metres in a very short time. Over the past few years, I have started making excuses for not keeping fit. I have first given up my yoga classes, then, gradually my regular runs. I managed another half marathon at some point but it was a depressing experience, nothing compared to the feeling of achievement in previous years. Slowly, my weight has increased. A lot. My body is tired and sore more often than it should be. I am getting out of bed slowly and don't rush up the stairs much. I sometimes find it painful to open a jam jar.
There appears to be plenty of evidence that such pains are at least partially due to weak muscles. There was an interesting Radio 4 programme on recently that explains some of the facts behind this (if you don't fancy trawling the scientific literature).
A recent visit to my GP has confirmed that there is nothing wrong with me. I am just unfit and overweight. Like so many. So, with not 'good' reason not to be fit and healthy, it is time to stop pretending my physical decline is inevitable and due to age and time constraints. I am not old and I have shown good time management skills in other areas of my life. We have a gym on campus and I have renewed my membership (a bargain at £15 a month). I am now going to body strengthening classes with my work colleagues at lunch time. They'll keep me on my toes. I am also going for walks. The campus is beautiful, criss crossed with paths and direct access to the woods. I'd be a fool not to. I take Jack for long brisk walks on my work at home days. I have acquired a gadget that tells me just how lazy I am by counting my steps. It also measures my heart rate and tells me if I sleep ok. I like that last one a lot... I like gadgets but of course no gadget in the world can change your bad habits. Did you know there is an entire branch of science dedicated to finding out how one can sustainably make changes to bad habits? My own conclusion is that it ain't easy and takes time.
I am allowing myself a few weeks time to get used to my more active routine before I address the eating too much s**t problem. I am sure there will be plenty of excuses for missing out walks and classes but maybe these will be fewer over time.
With this said, I'll leave you to ponder the tables above. Have a lovely week! xx
P.S. on the topic of creative makings and following on from my last post: I feel the need to explain why I have so many projects on the go. It is not because I am superhuman but because each satisfies a different need and because I get bored easily. I spend most evenings making something, sometimes as little as ten minutes, sometimes two hours. This is how I wind down after a busy day.