Aging: The Journey, and my knees
I’ve written before that my knees are at least twenty years older than my actual age.
Heck, I’m willing to bet that England’s Queen Mother had better knees when she died at the age of 101.
Part of my aging journey is needing to accept that I will probably need two new knees someday.
But because I’m hard-headed and stubborn, I’m going to put it off surgery as long as possible.
I’ve never been great at exercise follow through–throughout my life, periods of adequate exercise have been interrupted by weeks of inactivity that can only be compared to catatonia.
But age and chronic health conditions have forced me to be more active, so that I can feel better and do all of the things I want to do with my life. Because I’ve decided that my aging journey is going to be active, healthy, and kick-ass.
I told you I was stubborn, right?
So I walk, every day, and I also have a walk at home program that I follow, especially when Seattle is experiencing rain that just won’t quit. I can walk in a light rain, in fact I love to do this, but I tend to stay indoors more when it’s coming down sideways and umbrellas are useless.
I’ve also started doing a few minutes every day on the treadmill in the small gym at my apartment complex.
And I’m doing some Pilates, which I find useful for my knees.
My doctor tells me that I have wear and tear arthritis, which is different from the rheumatoid kind. With wear and tear, inactivity means pain and stiffness. Walking up stairs can be difficult. Doing things on my hands and knees can be painful.
But today I did something that made me pump my fist in the air and yell out like a crazed sports fan. Because today, I scrubbed my kitchen floor on my hands and knees.
For me, aging with my chronic health conditions means I must take care of myself differently than I ever have before. I need to eat right, exercise, get enough rest (I cannot sleep 14 hours at a time anymore; getting seven hours nightly is hard sometimes).
So today I’m celebrating my success, and writing down the experience so I have a way to keep myself motivated, especially when I come home from work dragging and wanting to crash right after dinner (a NO-NO).
And now, before my motivation peters away, I’m going to go hit the treadmill for a few.