Since I turned 70 earlier in the year, I’ve had to accept I’m way, way past midlife. But some say that 70 is the new 40 (or is it 50?), and my own midsummer night’s dream is one of looking and feeling young(er) for lots of years. So I’ve started walking again–at least two miles a day, sometimes four miles.
Okay, maybe more like occasionally four miles. Or, seriously, once in a while I might walk four miles. That would be two miles in the morning and then another two miles in the evening. Never two miles midday in South Florida. Definitely not four miles midday. I’m working up to four miles most days–during the cooler hours. I’ve even jogged a little bit. I love to see my Fitbit tracking my pulse in the fat burn or peak zones.
I’m also eating more healthy. Less sugar. Less bread. Less simple carbs in general. My breakfast this morning consisted of a smoothie swirled in my new Ninja with crushed ice, raspberries, spinach, some plain Greek yogurt, a scoop of Jay Robb’s unflavored whey protein powder and a splash of unsweetened vanilla almond milk. I did add a spritz of Swerve to sweeten it up. I’ve lost 10 pounds on my way to more (I hope) before my daughter’s wedding in October. But I’m stuck. I’ve never been very faithful with strength training, and my upper arms prove it. But I’ve fallen victim to a couple social media ads for a SoAlpha ball and bands and some Body Groove videos and love them. I’ve been working on pushups, too. I mean there must be something to them if they’re used for sport and service discipline, right? My husband and I have started dancing in private, but shhh… it’s a secret. So don’t tell anyone, k?
Sometimes I exercise brain and body at the same time. Like with this section from Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act II, Scene I. It was easy to memorize on just one two-mile morning. Eight lines with four twin end rhymes. There’s also the alliteration of the w’s that infuse the poem with a lulling and even mysterious quality. I’m pretty sure it held my feet to a slower pace. I posted it on YouTube a month or so ago but failed to share it here.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamelled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
How are you caring for your health these days–physical, mental, emotional, spiritual? Have you memorized any poetry lately?