It seems to me there’s a critical age at which each time you add another candle to your cake, you also add another health care practitioner. If I reviewed my count of medical specialists, let’s say, at age 35, the list might just fit on the head of a pin. And now, I believe I’d
We all know that life isn't fair. I think we learn that when we're still young, and the examples keep piling up. For instance, have you ever been in a public restroom stall, and just finishing your business, when the toilet paper falls off the spindle and rolls under the door? Not fair! Or, you're
Diet Day 0. It's the Sunday before my personal D-Day, the Monday on which I have vowed to begin a Diet. I had not made this a New Year's resolution despite the fact that I have noted some new fat cells ganging up around my middle. Cut yourself some slack, I told myself. Body positivity
Each spring, when I fly north from Florida with the rest of my Snowbird flock, I look forward to becoming reacquainted with the small-ish town where I alight in order to escape the sultry Florida summers. I'm always curious to discover which establishments remain precisely where I left them last fall, which have closed up
So when is it safe to eat salad again? That’s the question on the lips of every diet-conscious woman in America. Which means almost every woman in America. Based on a warning issued about ten days ago by the Centers for Disease Control, romaine lettuce is the latest casualty on the healthy-eating food chain. The
I hate lunch. It is definitely my least favorite meal of the day. And by far the most boring. And also disruptive, much like an intermission during a play. Which I also hate. Not the play. The intermission. I frequently choose to skip it altogether. The lunch meal, not the play. I have read that
I am about to brag. If you don’t want to listen to me bragging, you have my permission to stop reading right now. I generally hate it when people brag, so I wouldn’t blame you in the least. Bragging is obnoxious. If it isn’t one of the seven deadly sins, it should be. I much
I have a healthy relationship with food. I’m neither too thin nor too fat. I eat only when I’m hungry and try not to snack between meals. I believe I am what I eat. I eat this and not that. I heed the media medics. The wrong foods can cause brain shrinkage and heaven knows
It’s Monday morning, and I have declared that I am going on a diet. Again. My weight is starting to climb. Again. I’m sure if I try hard enough, I can identify more evil food items that must never again pass my lips – foods that will join the cadre of those already banished, like
