Yep, I just turned 54. I look at that number and I just can’t believe it. I sure don’t feel that old. I have officially out lived my mother. I look at pictures of old friends, and I’m amazed at how old everyone has gotten. It shocks me. And all of their health problems sadden me.
I’m so thankful that –
I don’t wake up hurting
I don’t spend hundreds of dollars on medications
I’m not sick
I don’t diet
I enjoy great food
I look, feel, and act younger than others my age
I’m back to the same size I wore at age 17. OK, maybe I’m not quite so happy about that, but that seems to be my body’s natural set point. Its just hard buying clothes when you have the body of a 17 yr. old at my age.
Is it luck?
I guess you could say I’m lucky that I never cared for packaged foods and learned how to make fast easy meals from scratch.
Or you could just call me a food snob. I absolutely despise the lab created chemical garbage that tastes bad and is making everyone fat and sick. I only want to eat good food.
Or you could call me a Rebel With a Fork –
But don’t call me old!