That's really scary, I said to Heather, my 46-year-old trainer. I don't want to do this. Heather insisted, it was not about a new set of exercises that she was promoting, it was for me to get online on a dating site.
Have you gotten tired yet hearing how broken down and dysfunctional we have all become in our advancing years? If we are smart, we except our shortcomings, find a way to overcome them and move on with living our lives to the fullest.
I took a hard look at what I learned in exploring love at midlife -- how long-term couples keep love fresh or how new midlife couples coming together manage their backstory and baggage. It was illuminating, and more inspiring than any fairy tale.
"He said that you went to school together," my mother says over the phone, long distance. "And his name is Dave," she announces victoriously, as if that is all the identification he will ever need, like "Cher."
Whether we like it or not, being 50 or 60 means that we aren't in Kansas any more -- body wise. There is no way that the belt we wore in our thirties will fit, even if the hip-huggers we also wore at the time still do.
For 4 days, we don't leave the bedroom except to eat. It did not occur to me at the time that this was excessive. I thought, as did Billy: it's the only way to fly. Not until a year later did I see what it was--a binge, a four day bender.