As Time Goes By...
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Hey you! You there! You with the pretty little babies! You with the wonderful career! You with the eating issues!
You! I'm talking to you! I've put on my Travis Bickle outfit and state of mind. Today I want to tell you something---it all speeds by! That pretty baby in your arms will soon enough be a 60 year old! That wonderful career will end up with a retirement card! If you are public spirited somebody like Donald Trump will call you a "news-hog" as he just complained about President Obama!
You've got to be very careful! All of you! Make sure that you eat carefully. Make sure that you exercise. Avoid the salt. We may not know whether or not salt is dangerous but while the jury is out, wean yourself off of it. The same with sugar. And the same with chemical sugar substitutes. Pasta? Don't eat it by the tub! White carbs? Exercise caution. Maybe you can play well with others, but I know that a simple saltine will not play well with me.
I'm old but perhaps not as old as you think. And I have congestive heart failure. Before that I had diabetes and hypertension. Before that I had simple good old-fashioned obesity because Ben and Jerry were my BFF's and my therapists and my drug of choice.
Which brings us to today. I had a couple of busy days. Busy for me. Days that might have seemed like a tiny walk in the park day for a busy woman like Elizabeth Warren or Meryl Streep (both of whom are older than I am).
So today I woke up with my congestive heart failure in full blast. It's not pleasant and it's not painless.
So--I'm talking to you! You don't want to be me. Exercise. Make sure that your drug of choice is movement. Don't let the Drama Seekers drag you in to be a minor character in their Great Tragedies. Don't do a lot of extra work because you like it when the boss says that you are a great team player but they never have any pay increases on offer. Your body here and now is all you have that you can control. Treat it well!
When I die, as die I must, I am leaving you the secret that I don't dare tell my family: It's suicide by food that's done me in.....You don't want to do what I've done!