I have a theory ( I always have a new theory!). The Universe is addling my brain to help me get my 10,000 steps!
I’m sure 2/3 of my non-formal exercise steps are looking for things. Looking for my coffee mug, water bottle, car keys, purse, book bag, Iphone, novel, items I put out to be “organized”, bills etc. All this adds thousands to my step count. I’m not just circling the house I’m going north-south, east-west, north-east, west-south …..looks more like a Spirograph than a circle. That’s what I look like running around the house!
And then when I finally find what I’m looking for?! I look at it positively….”well at least I added many steps to my Fitbit”. Wait, if only I could see the numbers on my pedometer. Where are my eyeglasses? And around I go again. Of course two pairs of glasses already on top of my head.
This is for women over 50…how many times has this happened to you. I’m driving in the car, pretending I have everything under control….I just say to myself, “It’ll click, it’ll click. I’ll figure out where I’m going. Just let me figure it out before I pass the turn I need, that’s all I ask”. And most of the time my brain reacts accordingly! Thank you brain. See, life is good 🙂
My goodness I feel sorry for people who don’t have a good sense of humor! How on earth are you going to make it through these times if you’re tough on yourself?!? I crack up at myself all the time. Of course laughing at myself, WHEN being by myself used to look odd in the past but not anymore. Not in the days of Bluetooth and ear buds. THEY (other people) don’t know you’re not talking to another hilarious person. THEY don’t know you’re just happy having this wonderful conversation in your own mind. The only time I run into a snag is when I start talking and assume the person I’m with has heard the dialogue in the my head. I can’t tell you how many times my daughter has said, “mom, I know that makes sense to you, but I haven’t heard the conversation that led up to what you just blurted out”. She’s practically patting my hand, and cooing at me with a soothing voice. I can see her mentally filling out applications to a senior living facility! Heck, I like the chit-chat in my head. I’m pretty funny and not bad company if I do say so myself!
Another good thing about starting to go a little loony this early in my lifetime (of course, some may say I’ve always been this way, and I think I would have to agree). If I end up with Alzheimers or dementia, who will know? My husband and kids know I’ve been like this for years. So, the memory is not as good as it used to be. There are worse things. Forgetting the little things forces me to be more organized. And makes me realize the “little” things – if I forgot – obviously are not that important. Peoples names, birthdays, etc are still “little” things. People themselves, they are the BIG things. And THAT I haven’t forgotten!!
So don’t be hard on yourself! Laugh, it’s no big deal!