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.
Happy New Year! As the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, my boyfriend L and I were cozy in bed, fast asleep. That's what happens when you're sixty-something. You record the Times Square ball drop and watch it the next morning. OK, admit it: How many of you did the same?
Putting 2019 behind me
It's a sad irony: Just when you need it most, your energy goes missing.
It's been about 10 days since I wrote about my burnout and need to create a new relaxation game plan for my life after 60. Many of you responded affirmatively as I shared my need to de-stress and slow down and said you did too. "Let me know how you intend to do this," said a reader, who indicated she was moving at record-speed all the time.
"There is no magical age at which we need to abandon our dreams and surrender our possibilities," says renowned psychotherapist and aging expert Andrea Brandt, PhD, MFT. So, as you think about growing older—which we all do, if we're lucky—Dr. Brandt says to ask yourself
Happy (almost) end-of-summer! Not really happy for me—summer is my favorite time of year. And with the sky darkening earlier in the evening and the flowers becoming scarcer, I mourn the end of longer and warmer days and dressing in light fabrics and flip-flops.
Summer has kept me very busy with bike rides, long walks, trips to farmers' markets, family reunions and late-afternoon visits to the beach when the sun is not as threatening and the crowds thin out. And, of course, work.
Here's what I've been writing about this summer.
When her stomach pains changed from occasional and mild to persistent and excruciating, an acquaintance of mine headed to an urgent care center for help. Upon examining her distended abdomen, doctors there determined they were unable to diagnose or treat her, suggesting instead she head to the emergency room (ER).
After being examined and receiving various scans, she was diagnosed with diverticulitis. She spent three nights in the hospital, where they stabilized her condition. She's now home and is on a bland and low-fiber diet and resting comfortably.