I’ve spent nineteen years being grateful for something I barely thought about for the first 55.
My body.
At 55, I wasn’t feeling particularly grateful for it.
I had type 2 diabetes. I was carrying 98 extra pounds. My feet hurt. My knee hurt. My back hurt. My shoulder hurt.
Several surgeries were being discussed.
It was pretty easy to look at my body and think:
Well, I guess I broke the damn thing.
And to be fair, I’d given it a pretty good run. 😂
Years of sports injuries. Too much weight. Not enough attention to what I ate. Not enough of the right kind of movement.
Then I started changing things.
And my body responded.
That’s the Part That Still Amazes Me
Not that I changed.
That my body did.
After everything I’d put it through, it didn’t hold a grudge.
It didn’t say, Sorry, Dave. You had your chance.
I changed how I ate and my weight started changing.
I moved and my body got better at moving.
I discovered resistance stretching and joints that I’d thought were headed toward surgery began behaving diff…
