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  • I.

    Fifty is approaching. Quickly. And I feel like crap.

    Not emotionally, but physically.

    I spent 17 years with a partner who kept on me about my weight. Never overweight, but it was work to maintain a decent balance.

    After that relationship went kaput six years ago, all bets were off. I pigged out. And I'm paying for it now. Weight gain. Joints aching. Energy just not what it was. And more.

    What am I waiting for? Doing something now has never been more important.


    Ten years ago I attended Pilates mat classes twice a week in Boston. I practiced yoga two or three times a week. Naked yoga, mostly, which was wonderfully liberating. I kept up the naked yoga for a few years after moving to Florida, but as the scales got heavier, sun salutations became less comfortable.

    I broke my shoulder last year, and I still don't have full range of motion and cannot put full weight on it. But part of "doing something" needs to be a return to yoga, to the extent I can.


    My mother would laugh. While I never met a cookie I didn't like, as a kid, I never met a vegetable that I did. But now, about to collide with 50, I'm thinking about becoming a vegetarian. Not to help lose weight, but to increase health.
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