The Last One . . . I think

I was sitting in a natatorium lulled into a sleepy thoughtfulness by the warm, humid air last night when it occurred to me that the youngsters must be doing something right. After all, my 16 year old - lithe, a svelte size 7, and her team mates - all slim, if not some well-toned - don't seem to fuss about dieting and exercise like we (I) do.

My revelations is this: they eat what they want, when they want, sleep inordinate hours whever they can, but are quiet active - moving constantly except or in spite of their academic environment and they STILL maintain relatively good health and fitness.

I think I will stop stressing about my weight - which isn't too bad all things considered - and apply Resolution One and Two to my idea of health and fitness. Therefore, my third resolution is
a) to eat as much as I need to (fruits, veggies and whole grains first),
b) sleep as much as I need to (naps are good, so is sleeping late), and
c) move/shake/dance/walk/climb as often as I am able every day (no waiting to go to the Y to kill myself on the elliptical)

Even if I don't lose weight, or in fact gain it, heaven forbid, I think I will have learned the fine art of enjoying life. Maybe the extra sleep will mean that I just have a fresher outlook on life.

I'm not kidding . . . really . . . I plan to do this one!

See? I just threw away my copy of the Adkin's Diet. There . . . gone.

I already feel better!!