The Baby Boomer Blog
I do my best to eat healthy foods, especially as I get older and find out how important it is for my body to run at its peak performance. And I do okay – most of the time. As I've said in the past, it's amazing how most of the time I find my body gravitating toward fresh fruits and veggies and lots of grains, anyway. Give me a salad with lots of colors thrown in, and I'm happy. Give me a steak and mashed potatoes and you'll get the entire plate back, untouched.
I must admit that by the end of October I felt inundated by pink. I'll also admit that all the pink might have made me a bit grouchy. In last week's post I wrote about not being so special just because I survived cancer; that really, we all all survivors of some sort. After all, who hasn't faced difficult situations in their lives?
I'm sure by now you've heard about the U.S. Task Force's new standards for breast cancer screening. What I'm not so sure about is if any of us have been able to keep track of what's happening day to day, though. No sooner were these new recommendations made public that women and other groups, like the American Cancer Society, began to push back and question the motives and sanity behind them.
Lately, I've been more paranoid than normal about germs. That's because this is a really scary flu season—one of the worst in a long time. Doctors' offices and hospitals are overwhelmed, and people—even children—are dying.
And despite getting the flu vaccine, some people are still catching the flu. (But it's important to keep in mind that many times when they do, they come down with a milder case than they would otherwise.)
But one thing that's often ignored, or forgotten about, is the importance of knowing how to talk to your health care provider. He or she is an important check in making those goals a reality.
I don't know about you, but when I see photos of beauty product models, my first subconscious reaction goes something like this: Oh, she's so beautiful. Why can't I look like that? I want to look like that! I wish I had her smooth skin/lustrous hair/perfect teeth/gorgeous smile.
And chances are I'll buy what she's advertising.
Ah, the power of airbrushing—an easy road to utter perfection.
But that begs the answer to some really important questions: Is this perfection realistic? Is it attainable? Is it distorting the image of what real women look like?
There's no more countdown. It's here, it's now. This week I'm celebrating my 60th birthday!
Looking Back on My 50s