TOTALLY GEEKED!

I remember when I thought 40 was old

Hahahaha too funny. I'm 64 and not old at all. To me, old is 90+ and I'm hoping to live to be more than 100 like my Great Aunt did.

I'd love to know the average age as well.

Up until a couple of years ago, my Mom figured old, was someone who was a few years older than she was.

They have all died off.

Now, at 96, she considers herself to be old.

I mean, you are the age you are. So what difference does it make?

Lady Gaga Snerd wrote:

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I mean, you are the age you are. So what difference does it make?

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It's a number. It is what it is.

Some people seem old, when they're 30.

Others, seem much younger than the number on their birth certificate.

Everyone is different! Right? 

Forever Sunshine wrote:

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Fort Worth Mom wrote:

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Forever Sunshine wrote:

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I think once we consider ourselves "old" we become old. Make sense? I pray I never think of myself as old. I'm going down fighting!!!

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It makes a lot of sense, FS!

Now, I'll give my Mom a lot of credit. She knew she never wanted to have to live in an old folks home. So she planned, and made renovations to her house, so she would be able to live there until she dies.

She added a chair lift, to get upstairs, a couple of years ago.

And, she hired a gal to clean house for her.

She's had a lawn service, and snow shoveling, since her early 80's.

In good weather, she will still drive to the bank, or the grocery store, or to get her hair done. In bad weather, she pays a friend to drive her.

She knows her limits. And God Bless her, she's still enjoying life!

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She sounds WONDERFUL, FWM, and very smart! God bless her. I wanna be just like her when I grow up! lol Seriously, though, it's wonderful to see so many living much longer

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 FS, my Mom is something else!

She is very smart. And, even though her body is slowing down, she has made plans to accommodate those changes.

The most important thing is...she still has a great mind. I feel so sorry for the folks who end up with dementia, in their old age.

That would be awful, IMHO.

Fort Worth Mom wrote:

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Forever Sunshine wrote:

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Fort Worth Mom wrote:

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Forever Sunshine wrote:

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I think once we consider ourselves "old" we become old. Make sense? I pray I never think of myself as old. I'm going down fighting!!!

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It makes a lot of sense, FS!

Now, I'll give my Mom a lot of credit. She knew she never wanted to have to live in an old folks home. So she planned, and made renovations to her house, so she would be able to live there until she dies.

She added a chair lift, to get upstairs, a couple of years ago.

And, she hired a gal to clean house for her.

She's had a lawn service, and snow shoveling, since her early 80's.

In good weather, she will still drive to the bank, or the grocery store, or to get her hair done. In bad weather, she pays a friend to drive her.

She knows her limits. And God Bless her, she's still enjoying life!

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She sounds WONDERFUL, FWM, and very smart! God bless her. I wanna be just like her when I grow up! lol Seriously, though, it's wonderful to see so many living much longer

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 FS, my Mom is something else!

She is very smart. And, even though her body is slowing down, she has made plans to accommodate those changes.

The most important thing is...she still has a great mind. I feel so sorry for the folks who end up with dementia, in their old age.

That would be awful, IMHO.

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I'll bet you take after her! I don't mind, most of the time, that my body may slow down, but I sure don't want to lose my mind and not remember the life I've led. My mother suffered with a form of dementia. It's a horrible way to end life. 

I have learned that I do need to "act my age" at times. We DD was younger, she wanted to ride her bike the playground. My sons had a new "fusion" skateboard. Kind of like a Razor Scooter. Seemed "logical' for me to ride it down the hill to the playground. DD was riding her bike. Anyway, I got on this and SWOOSH! It took off like a shot. All of the sudden, I was going too darn fast and couldn't stop! I was careening down the hill and there was a stop sign at the bottom and if i went thru that I would have ended up on the main road and there is a lot of traffic. So as I am careening down the hill, I knew I had to stop before I hit that intersection. I wasn't sure what to do. So I braced myself and thought I could drag my foot a bit to slow me down. Well, my foot touched the pavement and I flew over the handle bars, hit the asphalt, got all scraped up and bloody and whacked my head on the pavement. I laid there for a minute, then DD said "Does this mean we are not going to the playground"! I said "No" and crawled up the hill back to the house!! Lol

I try to keep that in mind now when considering something dumb!

Lady Gaga Snerd wrote:

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I have learned that I do need to "act my age" at times. We DD was younger, she wanted to ride her bike the playground. My sons had a new "fusion" skateboard. Kind of like a Razor Scooter. Seemed "logical' for me to ride it down the hill to the playground. DD was riding her bike. Anyway, I got on this and SWOOSH! It took off like a shot. All of the sudden, I was going too darn fast and couldn't stop! I was careening down the hill and there was a stop sign at the bottom and if i went thru that I would have ended up on the main road and there is a lot of traffic. So as I am careening down the hill, I knew I had to stop before I hit that intersection. I wasn't sure what to do. So I braced myself and thought I could drag my foot a bit to slow me down. Well, my foot touched the pavement and I flew over the handle bars, hit the asphalt, got all scraped up and bloody and whacked my head on the pavement. I laid there for a minute, then DD said "Does this mean we are not going to the playground"! I said "No" and crawled up the hill back to the house!! Lol

I try to keep that in mind now when considering something dumb!

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Oh Ouch! LGS, that had to hurt!

One of my ouches, mentally, came when I found out I was pregnant with Paul. I was 34, at the time. But, I would be 35, when he was born.

So, I was considered, a "Geriatric Mother".

Say what?

That was a shock, to me.

I refused to take any risky tests, because of my age. My doctor was a doll. She didn't pressure me. She supported my decision, to decline the additional testing.

And, we lived to tell! 

Paul was born June 7th. My Mom has a vacation planned for me and my children, in August, in West Virginia.

One of the activities, was a white water rafting trip. Yeehaw!

But, after having an emergency C-section with Paul...and blowing my back a week later...no way, was I able to go on the rafting trip, ten weeks later.

No worries! My Mom took Conor and Mere, and I stayed at the cabin, with Paul.

After all...she was only 72, at the time! They had a blast!

Conor and Mere, still talk about that trip, to this day! Grandma rocked! LOL! My kids will never forget it!

 

Fort Worth Mom wrote:

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Lady Gaga Snerd wrote:

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I have learned that I do need to "act my age" at times. We DD was younger, she wanted to ride her bike the playground. My sons had a new "fusion" skateboard. Kind of like a Razor Scooter. Seemed "logical' for me to ride it down the hill to the playground. DD was riding her bike. Anyway, I got on this and SWOOSH! It took off like a shot. All of the sudden, I was going too darn fast and couldn't stop! I was careening down the hill and there was a stop sign at the bottom and if i went thru that I would have ended up on the main road and there is a lot of traffic. So as I am careening down the hill, I knew I had to stop before I hit that intersection. I wasn't sure what to do. So I braced myself and thought I could drag my foot a bit to slow me down. Well, my foot touched the pavement and I flew over the handle bars, hit the asphalt, got all scraped up and bloody and whacked my head on the pavement. I laid there for a minute, then DD said "Does this mean we are not going to the playground"! I said "No" and crawled up the hill back to the house!! Lol

I try to keep that in mind now when considering something dumb!

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Oh Ouch! LGS, that had to hurt!

One of my ouches, mentally, came when I found out I was pregnant with Paul. I was 34, at the time. But, I would be 35, when he was born.

So, I was considered, a "Geriatric Mother".

Say what?

That was a shock, to me.

I refused to take any risky tests, because of my age. My doctor was a doll. She didn't pressure me. She supported my decision, to decline the additional testing.

And, we lived to tell! 

Paul was born June 7th. My Mom has a vacation planned for me and my children, in August, in West Virginia.

One of the activities, was a white water rafting trip. Yeehaw!

But, after having an emergency C-section with Paul...and blowing my back a week later...no way, was I able to go on the rafting trip, ten weeks later.

No worries! My Mom took Conor and Mere, and I stayed at the cabin, with Paul.

After all...she was only 72, at the time! They had a blast!

Conor and Mere, still talk about that trip, to this day! Grandma rocked! LOL! My kids will never forget it!

 

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I love this store . . . not that you were hurt or anything but that Mom, at 72, went white-water rafting!!! I love your Mom! hahahah 

I remember thinking when I turned 40, that if the average life expectancy is 80, I was half way there.

Now that I am 50, I often feel like time is running out.

My body didn't start to feel the affects of age until after I gave birth at the age of 44. Now at 56, meh. I accept my shortcomings and just try to be careful in what I do, knowing my physical limitations. Beats the alternative.

I agree with Momala. We are killing ourselves with how we over eat and don't do much.

I knew all my great grandparents, and great-great-grandfather. I have aunts and uncles in their 90s and 100s.

But my generation seems to be dropping like flies.

Yes but sometimes i just want a cookie!

FNW wrote:

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When we are young we have an inherent ability to eat only when we are hungry, and stop when we are satisfied. Somehow that changes. I adopted an awareness of satiation about a year ago and stop before I'm full. I dropped weight gradually and have been able to maintain my desired weight for a year now. That has never happened. I would lose, then gain, then lose, then gain. I always had trouble maintaining. Until I became more aware of how my body (stomach) felt. I think it's called mindful eating or something like that. It works for me.

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 It's working for me, too!

I'm finding food less appealing in some ways, too.

I eat to live more than live to eat.