I'd lived decades before I even became aware of Bessie's existence. Guess she could say "she was a sleeper" LOL! But once I became eligible to become a card carrying member of the AARP, she reared her head. And like with an old, clunker car, I began suffering with all kinds of aches and ills. I hurt in places that I hadn't even known existed. Hence the name, Bessie.
Once, Bessie 'came out', there was no putting the genie back in the box. I'll tell ya, 'she is a force to be reckoned with!' Just the hint of a threat, with a slight twitch or twang in the old body, will whip me back into shape. If I'm even considering getting up from my comfortable chair and going out for a walk, it's not uncommon for her to whisper, "Do at your own risk, - you'll ache so much tomorrow, you'll swear you were in a fight!" What do you think happens? Go for the walk, or pick up the remote?
I tried telling my doctor that my weight gain was Bessie's fault. He wants me to lose weight. I ask him how I can do that with Bessie in tow. Do I deprive her, and suffer the dire consequences? Constipation? Bloating? Gas? You'd think I experience these maladies from eating certain foods, not because I didn't. But Bessie has a way of getting her point across, and she won't be denied! You're probably thinking, 'this lady's gone off on the deep end.' No, every thing's kosher right now... I'm just doing what I do best, sitting, 'computerizing,' and munching. Bessie has been placated, albeit temporarily....
I know Bessie's twin sister very well.....
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