Friday, February 15, 2013

Trust the kids

My daughters have begun to take better care of themselves through diet. My oldest daughter is a chef and the other one(the baby) is mom to 2 and always busy. So here I am--- retired and with not much of an excuse to ignore my health. I have a lovely guy to enjoy, a good home, 2 lovely dogs, 3 kids, 4 grandchildren, and some of my health. So, I am listening to my girls and trying some new stuff. It can't hurt. A lot of what I am learning is helpful for diabetes. So I'll be ahead anyway.
I am paying attention to foods that are good for me and I have purchased a juicer. It was a real eye opener. I can use a lot of fruits, ginger, kale, beets, etc. And in the blink of an eye I have a healthy drink. And I have decided to keep the fiber and use it in other things so I don't lose the nutrition. You can make it sweet, salty, or whatever you choose according to what you add. You can add salt. You can add sugar or honey. You can add protein powder. How about adding some vodka? Well, maybe not vodka. Anyway, I plan to freeze the fiber and add to meatloaf, or make veggie broth, or whatever else I can think of. And then there is adding yogurt, or frozen bananas and making it a smoothie. I think I'll have a lot of fun.

I am still having a problem staying away from carbs. Too many carbs and my blood sugar goes up. I constantly remind myself of the results of letting my diabetes get out of control. I suppose that will be for the rest of my life.

Now the fun part of getting old. I have found that I understand every Maxine cartoon I see. I have found I can laugh at things I used to consider so important. And I don't need any more clothes. (for now) Needs are dropping like flies. But how to get rid of the I wants. I don't know yet.

Smile. We're still here!

Monday, February 11, 2013

I thought they were kidding.

Getting old. I'm told you are only as old as you feel. OK. Let's go with that. Today my knees feel about 80. My back feels close to 70. My eyes are 60. My psyche is about 12. My sensuality is subject to change when he gets home from work. My interests are about 30. My sense of humor is iffy. And I'm still not sure how I got to this age. If I average the things I listed I'm not doing so bad.

I have a very young boyfriend. He's 25 years younger than me and we will celebrate 24 years of living together in April. You'd think that would make him much younger than I am. And in calendar years that is true. But I moved a small thing on the kitchen counter yesterday and he went bonkers. Change is something that throws him. And Friday our clothes washer began to smoke while not being on. A possible fire. He jumped right up, unplugged everything and got the offending object outside. Yet on Saturday while we waited for delivery of our new washer, he was freaked out because it wasn't normal. So I'm in some ways questioning the meaning of age. I don't have a problem with change. It seems to be the normal part of life. And there are times I think he is older than I am. So again, age is a strange thing.

I have had some physical problems that really tick me off. I don't use any more drugs than absolutely needed. Diabetes, slow thyroid, and high cholesterol must be medicated. Depression, which I have discovered is not something to sneeze at, must be dealt with. And acid reflux must be dealt with. And I'm doing it. But you know what? Those things don't make me feel old. When I feel old is when I am bored. Boredom, I believe is the most aging thing there is. My boyfriend(that sounds odd at 67) is not boring, usually. There are so many things to do, to see, to learn. Boredom is my idea of aging.