that I entered this "mortal coil." And yes, that makes me officially "older." Most days I don't feel my age, except first thing in the morning, or getting up from a squatting position. 
I'm pretty healthy, even if my doctor wants me to lose the 10 lbs I've gained since my gall bladder surgery 2 1/2 years ago. I made the mistake of saying, in front of him, "I guess I should eat better and exercise more." He immediately wrote that in my chart. So I have been trying...but it is hard to make the effort, as many of you well know.
I'm pretty healthy, even if my doctor wants me to lose the 10 lbs I've gained since my gall bladder surgery 2 1/2 years ago. I made the mistake of saying, in front of him, "I guess I should eat better and exercise more." He immediately wrote that in my chart. So I have been trying...but it is hard to make the effort, as many of you well know.It is especially hard around one's birthday. Cake, ice cream, special dinners out etc. are harder to resist when you can justify (read make the excuse) that it is just once a year. But I've been "pretty good." Dinner was at B.D's Mongolian Grill, a mid range "select your own ingredients" stir fry restaurant. I was good and had only one bowl's worth, even though my birthday coupon was good for all I could eat.
In years past, I would have been disappointed had I not made at least a couple of runs at that ingredients bar. I would have (over)eaten myself silly, and waddled away from the table overstuffed and, ultimately, unhappy. But that's, for the most part, history. The "Oh my God, I want to die" (inside joke) moments have been few and far between.
I'm sure that part of my "new found" moderation is an effect of coming to grips with one's mortality, and an effort to delay its arrival. But I also find that I feel better and have more energy. So it seems that what "they" have been telling all along is true. "Eat right and exercise regularly."
