Something about what we’ve decided is normal doesn’t make much sense to me.
Get offered a drink at a party and say, “No thanks.”
Sometimes people want to know why.
Eat steak and eggs instead of chips and a soda and suddenly you’re “on a diet.”
Take care of yourself every day and somebody will eventually accuse you of being obsessed with your health.
Meanwhile, being tired all the time barely raises an eyebrow.
Neither does being stiff, weak, overweight, unable to get off the floor, or taking a growing collection of medications.
Somewhere along the way, common became normal.
Those aren’t necessarily the same thing.
I know because I used to be pretty normal myself.
At 55 I was nearly 100 pounds heavier than I am today and had type 2 diabetes. I was hurting in enough places that surgery was being discussed.
I was doing a lot of what everybody else was doing.
Then I started questioning it.
I changed how I ate.
I moved more.
I started working differently with my body.
I stopped assuming that because somet…
