Determining the ideal weight for older people has been somewhat of a Goldilocks pursuit, with researchers looking for what weight is not too thin, but not too fat. Studies have suggested that being slightly overweight can be protective. In theory, having a few extra pounds could be good if you, say, develop cancer and need to undergo chemotherapy, which can lead to rapid weight loss.
This morning I was challenged by the above post about getting older and losing weight. As I sit down in my chair to type this post I was relaxed, content and feeling pretty good for a 77 year old women who does not worry too much about my weight. In fact there is not much I worry about at my age. I have been skinny and it was not all its cracked up to be and I am over weight now and its not whats it cracks up to be.
Lately my husband and I have been discussing our funeral arrangements. We are totally opposite in our thinking about the whole process. Where to be buried is the top thing we discuss. We have enough insurance to bury us so that one thing off the table. I am a planner so I want to plan it now, he does not even like to talk about it.
Here is the thing, it's coming, the day is approaching fast or so it seems. Just yesterday I was 76 and now I am, of course, 77 and 78 is right around the corner. To live in the present means we must deal with our age and the ailments that come with it and maybe plan for our funerals or not. Probably will be not.
I bet you are wondering where she's going with this, two subjects, weight, and death. Let me tie it together.
Our medical world tends to advocate staying thin and healthy of course. Healthy is hard to come by past 70, body is showing massive age-related decline. Wrinkles and lose sagging skin tell our age and even the way we carry ourselves sometimes screams that lady is old. So why am I feeling relaxed, content and feeling pretty good with my extra body weight? We heard an undertaker say that he buried very few old fat people. I think I will stay in the overweight, not skinny or even lean as I head toward 78.
Hey, that tied up pretty good, don't you think?
I really wish we could live as old as they did in the Old Testament.
Does it bother you to talk about your funeral which mean you have to take about death?
If I have to be old and fat, at least I can be old, fat, and strong! (Untipsyteachers words) , (and my reply to her words)
I needed to read your post this morning…especially the line above. I am still in a health crisis, recovering from Covid, got heart issues, kidneys, back issues, been laid up at home and hospital most of June, determined to get strong as I stumble into July. Heading to doctor today for a recap and the next orders for doing this.
I have great family, friends who are more than willing to drop off a meal, pray, drop off another meal and my acceptance of that has grown. I do need those God puts in my stubborn way of not allowing others to help me. I want to be the one dropping off a meal, sending a gift card, but I simple can’t.
Great place to be is when I simple can't give out but, must chose to receive. God has my attention:
Finally the physical toll pushes me into a compliant attitude, and I say, yes, send me a meal, pray, HELP ME. Even though the physical part of my life seems to be wasting away my inner parts, my spiritual part is growing my leaps and bounds. He has been so sweet to me as I sit up at night, not sleeping due to a hacking cough and mind racing due to drugs to drive the virus out of my body. He makes sure my mind races to His goodness in our lives through memories pictures, songs, events, ways He has used us, people who He brought into our lives. It takes patience to sit still and be sick so one can heal. But it takes God’ s love running in our hearts to see inside what He is doing. Oh how He loves you and me. He is healing me from the inside out.
Little side note: If this reads a little rattled it's because the steroids are making my mind race than I can type