Jason pulling out squash plants (so we aren't tempted to harvest them one more time)
I’d like to argue with doctors for a minute. Or whoever it is that advises us to get more energy by exercising more. I’m tired. That whole 30 minutes minimum of exercise recommendation? Got that beat. But I’m still tired.
I blame it on the aging process. Something I never really envisioned properly. I pictured myself with beautiful long silver hair and wrinkles carrying a basket of lovely veggies harvested from our farm. I pictured my old self bent over a crop vibrant and full of energy. I did not envision being tired. And I most certainly did not envision being so slow!
It has been surprising me every time we fail to get our list completed and we have to work late. But that’s just it. Aging ambushed me! I thought it was supposed to happen gradually, gracefully. Instead, it’s like someone kidnapped my strong young body and replaced it with an aching slow one. Despite the fact that I’ve been getting more than 30 minutes of exercise a day. I suppose the “apple a day” thing isn’t true either.