Sometimes letting life come to you is better.
I was tired. I was tired of being tired. I was tired of trying not to be tired.
I had pain. The aches and pains of an aging body that had seen good times on the running trail, biking trail, hiking trail and horseback riding trail. I'd gardened, built things, torn some things down. In other words, I'd been active a long time.
What I hadn't done was take care of my body along the way. I thought I was, with all the exercise and watching my diet, to a point. I wasn't fanatical about my diet as I tend to be now, but I wasn't junk food binging either.
Carrying around an extra 30 pounds didn't help. At my age, 47 at the time, I was told it was difficult to lose weight. My hormone doctor would prescribe me another dose of hormone replacement creme and suggest "this might help you lose a few pounds." Never happened.
The weight caused problems with my joints. My hips and knees hurt, sometimes bad enough to wake me from a deep sleep. Sometimes bad enough so I couldn't sleep at all.
After spending time in physical therapy I learned to stretch my body. But it was Dan Brown's Lost Symbols that led me to the real healing.








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