We’ve talked about fitness before on the Heartwarming blog. I was a dragging-my-feet and staring-at-the-ground lurker during that conversation, but I’m here now, coming out of the chunky and non-healthy closet to jump on that particular bandwagon. I’m doing this because, as I admit way too often, I’m getting pretty old. I’m also doing it because I’m too cheap to buy more clothes, and in December of 2014, with its attendant dress-up
responsibilities opportunities, I needed
a larger different size. Not only am I too cheap, but there is little in
life I enjoy less than shopping for clothes. (Except shoes, of course—that’s
therapy. And another post.)
So my husband and I went to the Wellness Center in Rochester, Indiana and toured the facility. I absolutely hate gyms or any other place that has big mirrored walls that draw unkind attention to my shortcomings, but the truth was that I didn’t feel all that good. I had sciatica that made walking any further than the
mailbox painful, I spent long hours of every day at both my desk and the sewing
machine, and...oh my gosh, I love to eat.
But the Wellness Center is different. Oh, they have the mirrored walls, but no one looks at them. They offer Silver Sneakers, an exercise class that comes free with many people’s health insurance plans—my husband’s, for instance, but not mine. Being retired means we can go to the gym when it’s not populated with bodybuilders banging free weights around or women without stomachs or neck wrinkles running—yes running—on the treadmills.
It’s fun. The whole thing. Silver Sneakers, where at 64 I’m often the youngest participant, is a hoot, and it does amazing things for your flexibility. I’m building up to going to yoga, which I’ve never done, and using the salt water pool even though I can’t swim a stroke. I have some new friends, enjoy time with old ones, and have lunch dates with my husband at least once a week and often twice. (I still love to eat, though I’m working at healthy.) I’ve lost nearly half the weight I wanted to lose.
The best part of all is that my sciatica retreated and I’m once again able to walk a few miles a
I’m still getting pretty old, but it’s so much fun I’m finding hard to be upset about it. And now I don’t have to buy new clothes! Except probably new sandals. No, definitely new sandals.