I heard a new Bayer aspirin commercial the other day. It said,“You always took care of your children. Now it’s time to take care of yourself.” The woman in the ad was like me, a member of the boomer generation, likely an empty nester.
And Bayer is right. It is time to take care of ourselves so that we have healthy bodies and lives to give for the next adventure God has for us.
When I was raising our six, I did no exercise other than running after toddlers and pre-schoolers. I didn’t have the time, and besides, I hated exercise. But by the time I was 40, my body was telling me it was wearing down. I had developed fibromyalgia, my allergies were out of control, which resulted in poor lung function and recurring bouts of sinus infections, and I was tired all the time. In addition, I had a congenital heart condition that required correction. It was also a decade of significant transition for me with our oldest three going to college and then our first wedding. My emotional and physical stress was at an all-time high.
Deciding to get serious about my health was not easy. Who likes giving up their favorite things to eat? Frankly, I was angry at times that I had to deal with all this stuff. It was so inconvenient. But as is true so often for many of us, I was backed into a corner and had the choice to get tough with myself and pursue better health or continue the physical slide downhill.
By the beginning of my 50s, I’d had two surgeries, was walking for exercise three to four times a week, and was on a fairly strict diet with weekly allergy injections and inhalers to control the asthma. Then I hit menopause, and that journey began; but I was already in a much better to place to handle that one physical issue, rather than adding it to another four or five.
The point of all this is to say I have learned how important it is for us women to be responsible caretakers of the bodies we’ve been given. No one else can do it for us. I want to be all I can be for the kingdom. I want my life to count to my very last breath. I don’t want to be sidelined because I am too tired to care, too sick to be available, or too depressed over my lessening physical capacities to be of any good to anyone. I want to be able to run with my grandson who always wants me to play football with him. I want to be able to hike or go camping with one of our adult children’s families. And just as important to me is the desire for my body, the temple and the residence of the almighty God, to be at maximum capacity for Him.
I may only have a few years of life left or as many as 30 or more, and my great desire and goal is to present Him with a life and a body that He can use to influence other lives and even change the world. I pray we will be a generation of women committed to being all we can be for His kingdom and glory!
Barbara, I really needed to read this today. I have made significant changes in the way I eat, but have been fighting exercise–always have an excuse. But the years are passing, grandchildren have started to arrive, and I find myself lagging behind the rest of the family whenever we’re even walking someplace together. I hate the way this makes me feel. Thanks for reminding me that time continues to march onward and I can either move with it, or let it pass me by.
Marilyn, thanks for commenting. Rereading it myself reminded me that I need to keep staying after it!