This trip was years in the making and like most weekend jaunts, just as we picked up the pulse of the city it was over. But then I never have enough time in New York City. Fortunately for my daughter, Stephanie, it was everything she had dreamed it would be and since this getaway had one specific purpose – to celebrate her thirtieth birthday – having it live up to her expectations was all that mattered. Continue reading “New York City Through the Eyes of My Forever Child”
Why Do Food and Fun Have to be Such Great Companions?
I rolled over and looked at the clock: 3:52 a.m. The grumpy stomach and foggy brain that awakened me Monday morning was unmistakable; it’s a hangover. . . a food hangover. It doesn’t take long to realize going back to sleep is not an option; my head is throbbing but it’s mostly because I’m pissed at myself for ruining the start to what I expect to be a very special week. Continue reading “Why Do Food and Fun Have to be Such Great Companions?”
There’s No Shame in Saying No
We were having dinner with friends recently when the conversation got around to how much we had on our plates despite all of us being retired. A couple of us were excited to share the things we’ve been working on. For me launching this blog has been a lot of work, mostly because the twenty-somethings that write the descriptions for these blogging sites using terms like “easy set-up” and “intuitive formatting” did not grow up in an era when a significant technological advancement meant migrating from rotary dial to touch-tone phones. Continue reading “There’s No Shame in Saying No”
I’m Striving For Moderation . . . Unless We’re Talking About Ice Cream
I don’t consider my relationship with ice cream to technically be an addiction; after all, I just went ten weeks without it. But it is most certainly the biggest challenge my willpower faces, with other favorites like chocolate, Egg McMuffins and wine far easier for me to resist. Now that I’m easing up on the strict diet I embraced earlier this year, my occasional over-the-top love for ice cream might present the only real glitch in the otherwise smooth transition to a more moderate approach to healthy eating.
Since my newly revamped lifestyle is intended to allow me to enjoy living on my own terms, I’ll go on record right now that two key elements of the life I cherish are eating ice cream when it pleases me and fitting into my skinny jeans. Continue reading “I’m Striving For Moderation . . . Unless We’re Talking About Ice Cream”