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.
Women are three times more likely to die after a serious heart attack than are men. That's the findings of a study published in the Journal of the American Heart Association, highlighting a few serious facts.
"The wellness industry has grown 12.8% between 2015 and 2017; climbing from a $3.7 trillion to a $4.2 trillion market. Wellness expenditures are now more than half as large as total global health expenditures."
—Global Wellness Institute
It's crazy how time seems to go faster and faster the older we get, isn't it? I read that somewhere once. Whoever wrote it explained that it was something about the measurement of time related to the ratio of years we've already lived versus the years we have left to live. Trying to explain this further or understand it more precisely makes me think too hard and hurts my head, so I won't. (It also makes me all philosophical and edge precipitously close to an all-out existential crisis, which I'd prefer not to do. Especially now.)
As I welcome 2019, I'm getting ready for my birthday. It's not a special birthday this year. No bells and whistles like last year when I turned 60 and entered the next big chapter. Now it's time to keep evolving personally and positively after 60.
Whether it's to save money, eat healthier or get more exercise, many of us are vowing—hoping—to do better next year.
My number one New Year's resolution? It's not to make any New Year's resolutions. Because after so many years, the repetition completely bores me. And the fact that they get repetitive is a pretty obvious sign that these resolutions went unfulfilled (again) last year.
Not everyone is a fan of spas or they can't afford to go to one, but most would agree that spas have a special way of transporting you and relaxing your body, soul and senses.
My love affair with spas began 30 years ago. About one month after completing grueling chemotherapy treatments for breast cancer, my then-boss surprised me with a party and a gift certificate for a day of beauty at the famed Elizabeth Arden Red Door Salon & Spa.