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Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Growing older is not for wimps. Don't you hate not being able to do things you used to do? I was at a church luau on Saturday and there were games after the food. One of them was seeing who could hula hoop the longest. When I was a kid, I used to hula hoop up and down the steps in front of our house - about 15 steps or so I think. I could keep that thing whirling however long I pleased. I thought I'd do great when I realized what I'd just volunteered for. Um, not so much. The thing went around once and dived straight for my ankles! Fortunately, the other women were equally inept at it. LOL One of them put the hoop around her neck and whirled it around a couple of times. I immediately followed her example but I could keep it up pretty well around my neck. I won the prize, a pair of gaudy plastic glasses with lights that blinked. LOL

But what I wasn't counting on was the NEXT DAY. All my muscles were sore down my back and I had trouble turning my head. I puzzled about it for several hours until it dawned on me what I'd done to myself. I think it's universal that we forget we can't do what we used to do. My mother-in-law fell again yesterday. She was out walking again even though I'd told her NOT to go while she had a cast on her arm, and certainly not to go in slip on sandals. We'd also told her to start taking her cane. She did NONE of those things and fell headlong into the pavement. She suffered a mild concussion but I had to spend the night here last night and check her every 3 hours. When we were upset with her for not doing what she'd been told, she said she'd always done it. When I pointed out that she's 82 and you can't do at 82 what you did when you were 30, she said she thought if she continued to do it all, she'd keep the ability. Um, no.

So what did you used to do that you realized you can't anymore? I always wanted to go whitewater rafting too. I think if I want to do that, I'm going to need to accomplish it soon. LOL

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Colleen Coble  
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At 10:49 AM, Blogger hotcoffeenow said...

Yea, the hula hoop thingie - not so much anymore, lol. I can Wii Fit hula hoop tho! I can't stay in any position too long - like kneeling down on the floor, sitting on my heels for a while - getting up from THAT position is comical. Cartwheels, that's a shocker. Green peppers, orange juice, can't do those anymore either, lol...


At 10:51 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I've been wanting to get the Wii Fit, Cheryl! Maybe that would make me feel better if I can do that.

Now that REALLY is no fair that you can't eat what you used to!

At 7:09 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

The hula hoop thing made me laugh! I tried that recently too and was shocked to find out I couldn't do it!! What? I used to be good at the hula hoop! What happened?!


So, now I sit around on a safe chair and count my age spots. ;-)

At 7:21 PM, Blogger Leticia said...

I loved the monkey bars. I used to be able to spin and climb up on top them and swing down. I think if I tried that now, I would be at my chiropractor's office (my place of work) and have her put me back together again...hee.

I miss being fearless.

At 7:56 PM, Blogger Jaime said...

I used to be able to put my legs behind my head. Yeah. Not so much anymore. :)

At 2:04 AM, Blogger Georgiana said...

Hula hooping! At least you had the courage to stand up and try. I don't think I've ever been able to do that.

Let's see....I wish I could still run. However, my heartrate goes willy nilly if I do more than a gentle trot on the treadmill. Oh, but I remember the days....

At 5:32 AM, Blogger Cathy Shouse said...

That's too funny about the hula hoop, Colleen!

Today I took my kids to see the King Tut exhibit at The Children's Museum in Indy.

We had to park way across the outdoor lot and monsoon-like rain was coming down. Did I mention I left my umbrella at the last writer's conference I went to?

I did the old-lady thing and put a plastic WalMart bag over my hair and we made a mad dash. That is a long way to run! I looked around for an oxygen tank when we made it to the entrance, but no luck. LOL

It was still raining cats and dogs when we left and I bought one of those emergency ponchos. $2 for a piece of plastic thinner than a garbage bag.

We made the run back to the car, with me afraid I would slip and fall flat. We made it and I promised myself (again) to get in shape.

I miss the days when I managed to look almost cute walking in the rain. And the time when I could flat-out run for about as long as I wanted. Sigh.

At 6:07 AM, Blogger Pam Meyers said...

LOL, even when I was a kid I couldn't get the hula hoop thing. Talk about being embarrassed. Glad y'all have caught up to me now.
I'm finding lots of things don't come easy anymore, most of all losing weight. I'm not fat but I have increased in my waistline. Try as I might to lose the 'love-handle' it doesn't budge as easy as it once did. I'm not overeating, started going back to the gym, and still it's there. Hate. That.

At 9:49 AM, Blogger Beverly said...

Well....this is a discouraging sort of way. LOL So glad I am not alone (except for those times my family is half way home and I am still getting off the floor. ;-) )

At 11:11 AM, Blogger Carmen7351 said...

Oh, what a hoot! I remember the hula hoop days! Not any more. But I have physical disabilities (not age, you see) that limit me! With my mom, we told her she doesn't have a basement in her house anymore. Did she listen? NOOOOOOO! Took her three HOURS to get back up the stairs. The next day she couldn't move her leg. She ended up having hip replacement. We feel young in our thinking, but our bods don't stay there!

At 11:14 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

You know what I think happened with the hula hoop thing? We got fatter. LOL The hoop isn't as big in relationship to our waists. If we just had a hoop big enough, we could still do it. At least that's what I'm telling myself!

Laughing at all your stories! :-) Carmen, so sorry about your mom! I keep telling myself I'm going to LISTEN to my kids!

At 1:19 PM, Blogger Beverly said...


Maybe this is discouraging, in an encouraging sort of way.... if we can all laugh at ourselves together, that's a pretty good place to be. It has to be one reason that God made us to be in we can hear laughter as the bones creak!

At 2:49 PM, Blogger Cindy said...

Lol, good story! I feel young most of the time but not as much after playing volleyball. Our church picnic a few weeks ago taught me that. As far as water rafting, I go almost every year here in Colorado and no matter how good a shape I'm in, I can always feel it the next day. Ugh!

At 3:31 PM, Blogger Beth said...

Definitely can empathize. I played Sharks and Minnows in the gymnasium with a bunch of kids because it looked like so much fun I couldn't sit by and watch. (To do this you have to sprint full tilt from one end of the gym to the other without being tagged by a shark.) Next day wasn't too bad, but a couple of days later I was having trouble walking and wasn't sure what I'd done. Ouch. (At 42, I'm not sure the last time I sprinted anywhere.) But it was still worth it to be the first one to the wall!

At 10:47 AM, Blogger Andrea said...

Colleen - I can understand your MIL's logic. I think we are told pretty consistently that we need to stay active in order to keep the ability. I mean, there are 80-year-olds out there running marathons and bungee jumping (things I CANNOT do at 41), so what's their secret? Is it just genetic or are there things we can do to improve/retain our physical abilities? I can no longer spend hours doing deep-cleaning chores like detailing the car or scrubbing tile, etc. I can't move the next day :(


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Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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