My mom, four years ago, became a grandmother. Shocking, I know. She was only 53 at the time, which, now that I think about it, is really a decent age to become a grandmother. No one thinks that anything scandalous is going on when you become a grandmother at 53. It’s really only scandalous if you become a grandmother before you are 35.
Even before my mother became a grandmother, she started her very own body flex routine. I think that sometime in her forties she became very concerned with osteoporosis and the fact that she has rheumatoid arthritis doesn’t help. In order to feel good, she decided, she must at least do some senior exercises each day.
She started with a chair and some cans of vegetables. (Cans of vegetables make very good weights when you don’t have any ‘real’ ones.) She would sit on the chair and lift her canned weights and then she would stand behind her chair and flex her calves so that she would stand on her tippy toes. She would lay on the floor and do crunches. Her favorite part, though, is when she gets to don my brother’s cleats and take the dog for a walk. It’s senior exercise at it’s finest.