At 55, I thought my body was pretty well used up.
I had type 2 diabetes.
I weighed 98 pounds more than I do today.
My feet hurt. My knee hurt. My back hurt. My shoulder hurt.
Several surgeries were being discussed.
And there was an explanation available for all of it that was incredibly easy to believe.
I was getting older.
Fair enough.
Except I’m 72 now.
And I feel considerably better.
So what the hell happened?
That’s a Question I’ve Been Thinking About for 19 Years
Obviously, I aged.
Seventeen more years showed up whether I invited them or not.
But a surprising number of things I had associated with getting older changed when I changed what I was doing.
I lost the weight.
My type 2 diabetes went into remission.
I started moving differently.
Resistance stretching made an enormous difference in my pain and mobility.
The surgeries being discussed never happened.
Eventually I found myself teaching movement instead of wondering how many things were going to need fixing.
That experience changed the way I thi…
