I didn't watch any of the Olympics because I knew it would make me sad. I played several competitive sports.
I walked down to the pool today. I tried very hard not to limp and keep good posture. When I got there I saw a morbidly obese woman run across the deck and jump in. There were several people in their 80s and one man 97. All of them were walking fine, going up and down the stairs like they weren't even giving it any thought. The friend I swim with is 85. I only found this out today. I thought he was around 70 but when he asked me let him take me to lunch some day, he told me his wife died two years ago and had been in a nursing home for two years before that I asked him how old he was. I thought he was joking but another lady listening in said she knew he wasn't kidding.
Lately, I've found myself being angry when some of my friends still smoke and others get fatter and fatter. I have two very dear friends, my age, who have to use walkers because they are extremely overweight. They've had hip and knee replacements just from being huge. They both developed Type 2 diabetes. Honestly, if someone told me I could completely stop progression by eating nothing but grass, I'd do it. I would do absolutely any lifestyle change to get rid of this disease. Anything.
Then I have to step back and be grateful for all the years I had free of this and for the time I have left.
I've been watching re-runs of Ally McBeal on Amazon. Yesterday I watched an episode of a doctor who went to prison for helping a man with ALS die. I don't know if Portia di Rossi or I cried harder when they took him away.