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"I'm trying to get my body ready for something I know I cannot control. I'm trying to work through it. It's therapeutic." ~ Nan
Oh, Nan is not going out like that! She is addressing aging like it's a battle and sorry to say to aging, 'you aren't going to win.' Today, she had me laughing so hard I spit out peanut butter, a teaspoon to be a exact -- my daily dose of protein and peanut oil to keep skin in good condition and to cut my sugar cravings.
"My body is betraying me," she said. "I have been betrayed by my aging body." And like most folks who have been betrayed, Nan explained that it hurt for a second, and now she wants revenge.
It's on and popping. Tears rolled down my face as she shared her most humble opinion about aging and the steps she plans to take to attack it head-on. We talked about everything from stubborn chin hairs to vaginal dryness (sometimes so severe you wonder if you 'caught' something and need to firebomb a car or house) to the indignities of a mammogram (the whole procedure is demeaning as it draws attention to the lack elasticity in the breasts - no one should be able to pick them up and slap them down - it's not natural or nice) to hot flashes to mood swings to wanting chocolate as a side dish to surges of 'urges' (wink wink).
She had a plan, and before we got off of the telephone Nan gave me her shopping list:
She listed the above one-by-one as she prepared for a trip to the gym. "I've got to see a man about a body," she sighed. She meant her body and she meant the club's personal trainer. Or so I thought.
About three minutes later, she bid me adieu and uttered a final bon mot, "At least I get to watch the boys work out. It'll be nice to see some hard abs for a change."
Best, Robin
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