It happened two days ago. I couldn’t remember a friend’s name. The cold grip of terror descended upon me as I struggled to recall her name. My mind was a total blank, except for the one word that I had no problem remembering…dementia.
As a baby boomer who has witnessed the cognitive decline of many of the “greatest generation”, I am ever on red alert for signs of decline.
This was my motivation for attending a yoga class this morning. (People who exercise are less likely to develop dementia and other cognitive diseases.)
What I did recall during the class is how much I dislike the discomfort that I experience during yoga classes…all that stretching, contorting, and twisting my body into positions that seem totally unnatural. After all, my body prefers reclining.
However, tonight I feel smug and self righteous…and maybe a little smarter.