Seems that in this so-called midlife I've been fighting surrender on a lot of fronts. But lately, I’ve been at the losing end. For instance, I have a bum left knee. I first realized something was wrong a little over ten years ago, while visiting Paris. It was my first European trip and I was determined not to let anything ruin it. Not the torrential rain we had. Not the record cold temperatures. Nothing. Not even the fact that we went to the Louvre on the one day it was closed. A few days into the trip, my knee gave me a sudden, sharp jolt midway down a steep set of subway steps. And it continued
How were your holidays? Hopefully full of fun and good cheer. But I know that's not the way for everyone. Some of it might be forced cheer. Maybe you're tired of putting on a happy face. Maybe happiness is just...overrated. Why try so hard? Click on over to my other blog on healthywomen.org, where I let you in on a secret. And please do me a special favor? Feel free to ignore my advice. Do you have any secrets to share on how to be miserable?
Since moving to a new town, I've been on a mission. I'm in the market for a new gym. Yes, my building has one (that's one perk of living in an apartment). But sometimes it's not enough (since I work from home, I need an excuse to actually leave the building otherwise I fear I'd never breathe any fresh air or see the outside world. Besides, staring out the window into a courtyard while you're trying to get to mile 2 on the treadmill can be a bit tedious). But so far my search has been anything but fruitful. It turns out that finding a good gym - or the right gym - can be as tough and challenging as
Now that I’ve had a few years to settle into my so-called midlife, I have some bones to pick. There are those two words…so common to the boomer generation…that stick in my craw. (Okay, that expression should be struck, too.) I’ll admit there are some words that deserve to live together eternally. Like “King” and “Queen;” “Odds” and “Ends;” “Bread” and “Water.” “Wrinkles" and "Botox.” Okay…stop me! But seriously, why do these two words – “Midlife” and “Crisis” – have to travel hand-in-hand? Do you mean to tell me that nearly 79 million of us (that's how many baby boomers are gracing the
I like to think that every generation learns from the prior generation and steps things up when it's their turn. This one thing is for sure: I always thought that we knew more about being healthy than our parents did. C'mon, look at us! We're the gym-goers, healthy eaters, obsessed with our input as well as our output. We're the healthy generation, the enlightened ones who know a thing or two about whole grains, too much salt, too little sleep. Aren't we? Now, take our parents. Did they know the difference between a crunch and a lunge? I'll bet they never knew that regular exercise can keep your
I'm wondering why I woke up this morning with weight on my mind. Is it because we're into a new year and I'm hearing lots of people talking about hanging onto their promises to shed some pounds? Or is it because with each passing year, it's getting tougher - dammit! - to keep off those extra pounds? Or maybe it's the (ridiculous, non-age-appropriate) fashions in the magazines that make us feel like we aren't thin enough....that we can never be thin enough. How about all of the above? I just came back from visiting my BFF in California and I think that might be influencing my perception just a wee
Happy New Year, dear faithful readers! Thanks for visiting, because without you, there would be no blog. This blog is my way of having a conversation with like-minded people (and even if you're not like-minded, I like to hear those opinions, as well). And if you enjoy reading it, can I impose on you to do a few things? Tell your friends about it. (The way I see it, the more, the merrier). Tell me what you like, what you don't like, what you'd like more/less of. (I aim to please). Tell me what some of your New Year's resolutions were. That is, if you made any. (Maybe it'll be a good