My sister and I had a conversation a couple of days ago, it went a little bit like this:
“Sleeping in just isn’t what it used to be, I feel awful when I sleep too late. Actually, I feel better in general if I sleep just a little less than I think I want to – I may not like it when I wake up, but I’m more awake and energetic later on.”
“Totally! The same thing with food, right? I’m finally learning to eat less, stop eating before I’m full, put things in my mouth only if they really taste good… basically I’m actually figuring out how to have a modicum of self-control, and I feel so much better when I do!”
I’m pretty sure having this kind of enthusiasm about sleeping less, eating less and mastering self-control officially makes us old. I would really hope that with the age comes some wisdom….. But I have my doubts, based on the fact that I popped a rib out a couple of days ago. How on earth does that happen? I know, I know, I actually asked my chiropractor (through my tears) how this was an actual thing…. Ok so how did I injure myself? A combination of yoga, and pushing a table two inches. Yep, there you have it, I’m officially old.
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