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.
Mindless snacking takes no effort at all.
It's way too easy to reach for the leftovers on your spouse's plate, that last piece of bread in the bread basket, a piece (or two) of candy so fancifully displayed in the lovely dish on your friend's coffee table.
But here's the rub: Snacking can add up to 650 extra calories a day for men and about 465 for women, according to research. And most snacks are full of added sugars and fats. (That's why they are so tempting and taste so good.)
Being a fashionista at heart (although I now wear yoga leggings most days), I so look forward to my yearly visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art (Met) Costume Exhibition with my BFF J and BFF N. It is a high point of the summer. This year was no exception. The exhibition was a feast for the eyes and I can't wait to share my photos.
Life can get challenging, especially as we move into midlife. That's when so many more serious and pressing situations surface. We grieve losses through divorce and death. We are faced with serious illness or financial crisis. Our bodies don't respond the way they used to. Friends move away; valued friendships fall apart.
That's the nickname I (and others like me) was granted when, at 12, I arrived at school one day flashing a mouthful of painful and unsightly stainless-steel brackets. The constant pressure my new braces put against my teeth made me cranky, as did the restrictions they brought with them. No gum, no sticky candy like caramels, no smiling, no glamour, no fun.
Try imposing those on an already moody adolescent girl.
It was day two of my first visit to Greece with my sister N and daughter A. As I mentioned in my previous post, "The Amazing Old World of Athens," we were spending a weekend in Athens and then going for a week's vacation on the island of Santorini.