Consequences Creeping In
In my early twenties and into my thirties I was an avid tanning bed user. Prior to that, in my teens my friends and I used baby oil to get a tan. I always felt better with a bit of color on my skin.
I wish I knew then what I know now.
Now, I do everything I can to un-do the sun damage. There is one potion for the dark spots. Another for the wrinkles. Another for the dryness. When all else fails, I put on a foundation that will make everything one even color (mostly).
I regret that I was so intent on being tan. I’m lucky to not have suffered with skin cancer, but I know some friends who have had to face it.
I knew at the time that I should not be damaging my skin with the constant tanning. But the consequence seemed so far away.
It was hard to imagine at the time that one day I would be much older and regret my choice. When I was young, getting old seemed so far away. Back then old people seemed, well, so much older than I imagined my self ever being.
One of the reasons I work so hard to maintain my health is because at 53 I have a long way to go in this body. I see far ahead and want to mitigate any damage that I can.
That is why my health focus isn’t about a number on the scale. It’s solely about longevity. Sure, I could lose 4 pounds in one week. But at what cost to my organs and hormones? I much prefer to look long term at my health. I have a target age of no less than 96.
I want those years to be fun and enjoyable.
I can look ahead and see the consequences of my choices. I have learned my lesson. I’d like to think that with age came wisdom. I’m in it for the long haul.