I’m fitter now than I was in my 20s. Granted, this is not that difficult, seeing as my 20s were spent in a blur of parties and travelling and drinking rather large pints of beer in foggy pubs. But I always had this assumption that it was all downhill from 40 and we may as well just give up on our physical fitness and lie on the couch in tracksuit pants forever until we die.
It’s been a stressful few days. All caused by my own anxious mind. That and the Internet.
You see, I found a lump in my left breast last week. One I hadn’t felt before. It was hard but tiny, like half a pea. Or a seed. And so I Googled my symptoms, even though I know you should NEVER do that, because I am compulsive and I can’t help myself, can I? And it came up that cancerous lumps can feel just like lemon seeds. Well, that was all I needed to send myself into a cycle of doom.