The Body Remembers

I don't know what's up, but lately my body seems intent on reminding me of every prior insult I've inflicted on it. Particularly my knees.

I set out to lose a few libs because my knees started hurting. Usually if I lose 5 pounds or so, it alleviates the strain and my knees start working properly again. Simple, right? Lighten the burden, and the machine works better. HAH. As I've lost noticeably more than 5 pounds, my knees have decided to bring up every past transgression, like a nagging spouse.

Going up and down stairs, they bring up my cycling days. "Remember how you used to be a showoffy gear-masher out on Route 9W? HaHAH! We'll show you!" Wearing high heels: "Remember that time you blew out your left knee skiing? I'm back to remind you of that by making you feel like your knee is hyperextended and ready to collapse, even though you haven't had one bit of trouble or pain in over 15 years!! HaHAH!"

The body, it remembers everything. Even when you don't.

Onward and upward, I guess, and I'll keep on eating the good stuff instead of the crap. I remain optimistic that if I keep being thoughtful about what I eat, and continue losing weight, these phantom creaks will abate somewhat. I don't expect to feel like I'm twenty again, but the morning hunch-and-shuffle has GOT to go.