I didn't realize any true decline until my mid-50s. I always stayed active. I think my downfall began in my mid-50s because after having jogged for about 40 years (albeit not real long distances), my knees were getting pretty bad. After my 3rd knee surgery, my ortho doc advised me to quit jogging (which I did).
I'm now 71. Still look (somewhat) okay for my age. No gray hair except for my whiskers; although my forehead is now about the size of Rhode Island. It DOES get harder to lose weight as I've aged. Probably the main thing I've noticed is that I'm tired and achy a lot of the time. I'm retired, so most days I try to take a nap if possible. Me at 71:
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Ha ha!! Thanks, but I doubt that!!Jeff K looks better at 71 than I did at 40. Good job!
No doubt about that!You graduated out of the forehead club and joined the fivehead team.
-Mike
Ha ha! Not really. I was pretty rowdy and a hard partier in my younger days. But after 48+ years of marriage, my wild days are behind me. Now I'm content to lay around in front of the fireplace like a neutered old dog...I would have never guessed 71 looking at those pics. You must have been doing something right all these years!
I think I was around 8 when all the trouble started. It's been a long decline.
Similar story here. Went from 270 down to 203 over three-plus years, mostly by jogging and other cardio, along with skipping breakfast and lunch most days. Problem is now I believe my metabolism is so screwed up because if I east more than one meal a day, I gain weight, despite running 3-4 miles a day.A few years ago, in my mid to late 50s, after being nagged by my doctor for several years, I lost about 60 pounds. I was at the point where I had to catch my breath whilst tying my shoes because my gut kept gettin in my way and my arms weren’t long enough to reach around it. It was surprisingly easy because all I had to do was watch what and when and how much I ate. I otherwise got plenty of exercise (walking, biking, swimming, yard work and household chores, etc.) but it really wasn’t too hard. I just kept my intake below 2,500 calories a day. I reached a plateau though and had to cut down to 2,000 calories a day to continue loosing weight. Then, it was 1,800 a day, then 1,500. Now I’m at 1,300 just to maintain my current weight. I’d like to drop another 20 lbs. or so to get me to 175 - 180 lbs. but I’m afraid I might have to stop eating altogether to maintain that weight!
I miss my 20s, 30s and 40s when I could eat anything I wanted and not gain or lose.
What a difference 4 years makes. What I didn't realize then was that I already had neurological symptoms, which have since gotten so severe that I barely leave the house. Ironically, despite having to recover from near total spinal fusion about 15 months ago, my physical shape continues to improve.My body has been falling apart since I was in my early 20s, when my chronic knee problems started. Ironically, after a total knee replacement almost 5 years ago, I'm in better shape than most 47 year olds I know. In fact, I haven't felt this good since I was 24 or 25 years old.
Hey HaMMerHeD, I have a Far Side tear-off desk calendar. Yesterday's selection makes reference to a shark family. Thought you might like this one...I think I was around 8 when all the trouble started. It's been a long decline.
Hey HaMMerHeD, I have a Far Side tear-off desk calendar. Yesterday's selection makes reference to a shark family. Thought you might like this one...
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Ha ha! Not unlike myself, unfortunately...There's just so much empty space between the ears and the little brain...
Yes and no.
I had bursitis surgery on my right knee at 42 (Now 46). I can't put my right knee on the ground anymore. No padding whatsoever left.
I got glasses at 40 on the dot.
I have to eat well and keep moving to keep my blood pressure down. That's new.
However, I still have all my hair and it's black. I still get carded for beer sometimes. I'm pretty fit and active. Nothing else seems to be killing me lately. So I'm holding steady.
When I go to a class reunion everybody I went to schoool with looks like they got hit by a truck.... A fat truck. So I feel pretty good about myself.