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Good idea bringing these over to the forum. Because, in my experience, Instagram is the most un-user-friendly platform if you don’t have an account.
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That video above puts another layer down for me to ponder. Somehow while I was listening to it it reminded me of my early childhood mind. I remember going through a long period in elementary school thinking that only what is is in front me, what I was seeing, was real and everything behind me was nothing, like a blank gray page. I would think I could get a glimpse of that nothing if I could look back fast enough. I think children have a more open mind and perceive things better. I still look at life like that in a way seeing the past and future as lifeless pages. Right now is all I think about. It is freeing.
“The proof is in the pudding” and “seeing is believing” is how I navigate the muddy waters of life nowadays. With age sometimes comes wisdom and inspiration and other times
warnings of what not to do. I can look back on my life and know where I went wrong here and there, and I could have stayed stuck in those places, but I continually kept climbing my mountain for better. You can never really know where you are at when there is turmoil from risky terrain all around you, but as I have gotten higher I can look back now and see an overall better view of my life. I can’t say I would change anything because my road has gotten me to this very good place, but if I had stayed content on my aging path from immediate gratification and resolve I can’t imagine how many people I would currently be leaning on for so many things. Instead I feel
energized and empowered at sixty-one years old, relying only on myself for every single thing. I wasn’t always this sure of myself, but seeing my
peers and elders decline has made me more determined not to go down that path. It is funny how we can see where other people are going wrong, but never ourselves. Even if they know what they should do they just don’t for all their reasons. Where I am at has been far from easy, but worth every struggle, sacrifice and tear. My father was someone to be admired for his wisdom, health, his charisma and his zest for life and watching him throw it all away because of his poor food choices was the best example of a precautionary tale I could ever have gotten. People would think it was a normal progression for him blaming his recent death on just getting old, but I saw the difference when he lived with me eating what I fed him and when he ate the standard American diet. My mother’s ending was even worse from her lifelong addiction to pain killers. I am determined to not let my ending be like theirs. I invest in myself everyday with my food choices, with my habits, with the people I allow in my life and by sticking to my bedtime and it is paying off in ways I could never have imagined. It all matters.
Happy everything!I don’t know why I was always exploring health alternatives, but being open to unusual opinions has shaped my life for the better. In the 80s I read Durk Pearson’s Life Extension, and though he did not get everything right, he put me on the right track in certain ways. He advocated butter and meat, for example. My mother was always fussy about what she ate–more from a quality standpoint that being a health nut. She didn’t like or trust other people’s cooking, and she bought high-quality ingredients. Also, she didn’t like or trust doctors or prescriptions. My father went to a doctor rarely. Absolutely no prescriptions, and I don’t remember him even taking an aspirin. Neither of them drank or smoked. Lots to be thankful for!
@Lilac “I don’t know why I was always exploring health alternatives, but being open to unusual opinions has shaped my life for the better. In the 80s I read Durk Pearson’s Life Extension, and though he did not get everything right, he put me on the right track in certain ways. He advocated butter and meat, for example. My mother was always fussy about what she ate–more from a quality standpoint that being a health nut. She didn’t like or trust other people’s cooking, and she bought high-quality ingredients. Also, she didn’t like or trust doctors or prescriptions. My father went to a doctor rarely. Absolutely no prescriptions, and I don’t remember him even taking an aspirin. Neither of them drank or smoked. Lots to be thankful for!”
I don’t remember people back then caring about their food to where they were dieting. When I was a kid it was real butter, milk delivered to their doors, homemade ice cream, root beer floats, mashed potatoes and beef. I do remember Jack Lalane being popular and various strange exercise contraptions my mother had, one had her standing on a square twisting her tires side to side and the other was a big rubber band that attached to a door knob. I just saw this photo today…
I do remember women of my mother’s era dieting. Weight Watchers was just starting. And I remember, too, Jack LaLanne on TV before that–black-and-white, with his big German shepherd. LOL. Fat children were the exception. Maybe an average of one “chubby” girl and one “husky” boy in a class of 32 kids. There were chubby and husky sizes in the stores.
We ate a lot of penny candy from the candy store across the street from the grammar school. But I don’t remember soda ever being drunk in or around school. There was milk, water from the water fountain, and maybe juice or some kind of Hi-C fruity drink. And any added sugar would be what today we label “organic sugar”–non GMO, no glyphosate.
@Lilac “Fat children were the exception. Maybe an average of one “chubby” girl and one “husky” boy in a class of 32 kids. There were chubby and husky sizes in the stores.”
I saw this a few weeks back which speaks to how rare obesity was a century ago. Makes one have to think again why obesity is so common now. It certainly isn’t from eggs, meat, milk, butter, tallow and sugar because that was what everyone ate until obesity came into the picture.
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