Stress and diet

Saboteur 1: Your stress



Stress can spike levels of the hormone cortisol, which tells your body to store fat. "Unfortunately, some people appease their anxiety by reaching for fatty foods," says Elissa Epel, Ph.D., an assistant professor of psychiatry at the University of California at San Francisco. Eating boosts insulin levels; combining that with cortisol leads to greater fat deposits. More stress, bigger belly.



Fix your head: Identify the type of stress you're under. Is it temporary, like a bar exam, or more permanent, like your job? Short-term stress will pass. Long-term stress may require a permanent solution, like a new job.



Fix your routine: Make healthy eating effortless. Buy snacks that won't send insulin levels soaring: high-fiber energy bars or single-serving bags of almonds or cashews. Fifteen minutes of explosive activity—hitting a speed bag or jumping rope—can alleviate anxieties after work. "It's about getting the tension out,"


I found this on an MSN site. I don't think of myself as having a lot of stress. But the weight I put on happened while I was in a stressful job. Bless you and good luck dealing with stress.

65

I am actually having fun at 65. I feel freer than I ever have. I actually feel younger. If someone doesn't like what I do at 65 they can go jump.

Today I went to the library. I have been trying to lose weight. (forever) And I was following a low fat diet. The wonder of the low fat diet is that carbs are OK. But for me carbs are not so ok. Every time I would have a meal with a lot of carbs the next thing I had was a nap.

Now on to the high protein diet. Fun huh?

I would

I am so sorry that I forgot the artists name for this piece but now that I am 65 this is just one of the many larger pieces I would wear and look terrific. As a matter of fact, I have decided that the juvenile fashion mags have some cute things that I like to look at but I pick and choose. Some things seem to be made for all ages. I take advantage of that.

I love it

Check out http://www.veryoldgrandmother.com/. There is a blog by and about a woman of some years who lives life beautifully and fully. How very wonderful.

There used to be

I loved the song California Dreamin. I could fantasize about being at the love-ins in San Francisco. I could just see long flowing hair and lithe bodies dancing with flowers in their hair.

And I used to dream about being gorgeous and well put together with money and great taste. Again, I would be beautiful like Angelina and have a lithe strong body that looked great in clothes.

Now I dream of seeing the grandkids, of making it upstairs with some of my breath left, of having a strong heart that just keeps going like the energizer bunny. And I look like the above photo.

Dreams are just that. Dreams. In order for them to come true it takes work. Go figure.

My foot

In an attempt to not put my foot into my mouth, I am going to state without reservation that not a single pair of this sort of shoe will ever enter my house. This is a promise. I think the crocs are probably comfortable and inexpensive but to me they are gardening shoes. The tennies are for 12 and under in my opinion. And my grandmother had the other shoes--- and wore them.

The next generation

My youngest child, her husband, her daughter and son. Wow do I have some great reasons to smile.

I have not done well on changing the direction of my eating and exercising. I know I am a creature of habit. But this is ridiculous.