Health interested me at 66 years old — I took care of them

health, what it could be, I remembered at 66 years old. The trigger was the medical article of Stanford University. There they painted a schedule for aging of a person. It was amazing to fall in health at about 44 and 60 years. I was horrified-I can’t return the former form.

Health has become a topic of a study after a blood test of 108 people, Xrust said. The results were teemed with data on microbiomas, proteins, lipidomes, transcription, etc. These are microbes working in our intestines and organs, as well as proteins and lipids at the cellular level. Here are the genes transcribed to RNA molecules.

This so -called multi -miley approach sounded terribly authoritative and frightening for a person who will soon turn 66 years old. Is it really too late to be healthy and vigorous? I thought.

In January 2025, I decided to challenge the study. In the end, I had already previously engaged in rejuvenation. At 30, suffering from excess weight from childhood and looking 10 years older than my years, I lost 34 kilograms in two months. I achieved this, excluding all carbohydrates and most of the fats from the diet; In addition, I ate only once a day. It worked so well that when I met my sister at New York Airport, she passed me, not recognizing her lost older brother.

However, I quickly realized that life in constant hunger is imperfect and cannot be long -term. I like to eat, drink and have fun. The result — I started running. I note that I never did any sports, but I loved to run six-million circles in the central park and chased them until the mid-50s, until I had to slow down from behind the knee. By the time I moved to London and entered the sixth ten years of my life-I still ran Miles, but already slowly, not a racing.

And yet, years of fun, they prevailed over me. That is why in January, under the pressure of an article in Stanford and pride, I made an attempt to turn back the time. I bought sneakers and Apple Watch to track the miles and the number of burned calories. I decided to tie with alcohol. And, trying to regain my health, I signed up for a doctor to cope with light skin malaises.

Doctors revealed my health profile, including many sores. Ultrasound revealed the obesity of the pancreas, and blood tests showed an increased level of ferritin (which accompanies alcohol abuse and inflammation). I was told that my voluntary rejection of alcohol should become mandatory, possibly forever. Meanwhile, my level of cholesterol was imperfect. I said that I renew a run that can help reduce it.

Then I damaged my leg. I ran a whole month, increasing the distance from one to three miles every other day. But too sharp the descent from the mountain greatly damaged the lower leg and hip, which further aggravated the pain in the knee. I limped for two weeks, believing that lameness is better than inaction. Confident in my recovery, I rushed to the red light and was injured again. This happened on April 1.

I kept calm and continued to walk lame. And here my sister and husband came to me for three weeks, and we planned to visit Edinburgh and Paris. She made sure that I used all escalators and elevators so that she did not load her knee. It helped healing. But 10 days after her departure, I began severe abdominal pains, and I rushed to the London Hospital.

Now I have almost completely recovered after the operation, but the scars have become a reminder of death. If I fell ill with appendicitis in the wrong place and not at that time, the consequences could be financially destructive or even worse. This condition is also rarely found in sixty -year -olds, therefore, probably in the hospital, after the operation, I was offered to undergo a colonoscopy. This made me and my therapist be nervous. I found a study according to which tumors can cause inflammation of the appendix in older people. Thank God, the doctors said that the procedure is not needed.

I look back, I begin to worry: was my skin gray-pale to the appendicitis? My mother turned pale just when she developed a blood disease from which she died six months later. She was only 68. Was it a sign? My God, what else could happen to me?

Stress caused something like a hypochondria that made me see a doctor again, because it seemed to me that I had blood pressure jumps. The therapist connected me to an outpatient of outpatient monitoring for 15 hours of wakefulness. My indicators were in order (UV!), But the device seems to have recorded arrhythmia. I had to go through the whole city to another institution to make an electrocardiogram. The nurse on duty looked at the results. “Everything seems to be fine,” she snorted, as if I wasted her time in vain. “In any case,” she added with a played joy, “it is always useful to check.”

Now I feel great. Even better than ever, except for the frequent tingling that make me imagine that I have a phantom appendix syndrome, and a premonition of blood hanging over us that new blood tests can show. The last six months have drove me crazy and undermined self-confidence.

abstinence from alcohol (more than 160 days, or more than four great posts) led to some weight loss, for which I am grateful, although I still lack 4.5 kg to my thirty-year state. I wake up with energetic clarity, which I can’t remember over the decades of exhausting career constructions. But the clarity of consciousness is overestimated: it makes you look at death without a short. And all this energy prevents me from falling asleep.

Where am I going to do my sneakers? They are also suitable for walking.

Xrust Health interested me at 66 — I took up them