So here's the thing: I'm always up for knocking a year or two off of my "biological age" --- the age that I really am -- which I 'fessed to long ago when I set up my SPark Page under the auspices that my birthday was available for public consumption. Yes, y'all already know I'll be 54 in May so what the heck -- it is way too late to put that genie back into the proverbial bottle (even tho she'll fit now!!! lol). Well, that hunky Dr. Oz and his adorable sidekick, Dr. Roizen, who show up at Oprah's place with relative frequency, are preachin' to the choir when they tell me to eat boatloads of veggies -- cruciform specifically (broccoli - my personal fave); engage in a daily walking program of 30 mins. and strength training/stretching 20 mins. 2-3 x per week (y'all know my love and joy of the gym and my daily 5 mile run); they recommend including in your diet green tea and grape juice/grapes for the phenols (1/2 glass of Newman's every night - check); Lycopene (I'm Italian -- duh!! -- check); oh yeah - and the obvious -- lose weight (162 lbs. and counting ... check); quit smoking (kicked a 2 1/2 pack/ 20 year smoking habit 19 years ago cold turkey -- check); Stress management (daily Mediation -- check); Have your heart checked (annual o/v for MVP & two murmurs -- check); have blood pressure monitored (Zestril -- check); do thyroid work up (Synthroid -- check); cholesterol work up (Lipitor-- check). Doctors Oz and Roizen have five "YOU" series books available -- and the one of which I speak is "YOU Staying Young" because, all kidding aside, it (and all of the You series books) contain powerful info for everyone of ALL ages. While our biological age is a given, it is a choice to stay overweight. Recent medical reports indicate that you can knock 10 years off of your real age just by losing weight and making a few lifestyle changes. So the Good Docs Oz and Roisen are onto something here!! btw -- for those who are interested, there is a free test you can take to learn your real age because, as the Hunky Doc Oz says: "if you make the changes, you see the rewards!!" To check out your real age, go to: www. realage.com
Oh ... since y'all know my biological age of 54, my "real age" is 44.5 years!!
..... AND NOW!!! a cute story I'd like to share!
After an unusually intense, albeit productive physical therapy session and doc's appointment with the foot surgeon, Brother Dave and I decide to pick up staple items at Trader Joe's, a natural grocery store, in preparation of a late winter snow storm scheduled to bring gifts of snow fall --- 4" to be exact!! After an impromptu discussion about protein powders with a congenial and obvious, fellow shopper and runner, I heard a voice behind me say as I was walking away: ".... hey -- why aren't you running through store!!!" An adorable store employee who was stocking shelves right where I had just been, must've overheard my conversation about protein powder, running, etc. As I pivoted around to see who was speaking to me -- I attempted an unwieldy maneuver of the grocery cart to affect a "u" turn mid-aisle -- somehow forgetting that ALL carts have wheels that spin in opposite directions rendering them uncooperative but necessary instruments of torture and perpetual nuisance -- whether old or new!!! In my now undainty, post-surgically altered lumbering way, with the cumbersome knee high boot cast that resembles some sort of fandangled modern weaponry than an orthopaedic device, I pivoted around to see her laughing at the scene that just had played before her --- which, in turn, gave me a good laugh. This adorable young lady began telling me all about her numerous knee and ACL injuries and surgeries and associated problems therewith. She had clearly endured her share of injury to her legs/knees. In an effort to share delicate information with me -- out of earshot of the middle aged folks who were roaming around the store, my new friend leaned in with lowered voice so her comment would be between just us girls: "You know, I'm 22 -- but, man, with these knees, I feel like I'm 55!!" An audible laugh erupted out of me quite spontaneously and with my warped sense of humor -- and knowing what I had to say was going to shock the hell out of her, I laughingly replied: "... easy cowgirl -- I'm 54!!!" The look on her face was priceless -- and her change in numerics was now from the mouth of a learned young woman whose mind had been expanded and enlightened when she said: "... oh .... then ... I feel like I'm 85!!"
Good Girl, I said!!
.... If my new little friend only knew just how much she had made my day!!!