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Aging Gracefully Means Knowing Your Limits Bookmark and Share

Yesterday, I tried a new yoga class at a new studio. The instructor was lovely as was the studio space. However, it seemed that I’d stumbled into some kind of restorative class for the old and injured—lots of use of blocks and easy movements.

Generally speaking, I like my yoga challenging and sweat-producing. I’m not there to get “zen” so much as I am to get a good ass kicking. It’s a very unyoga-like mentality, but I’ve made my peace with it.

So my mind immediately began rebelling and criticizing this simple class. Yet, at ...

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P no longer stands for “party” Bookmark and Share

Long ago I accepted that I could no longer drink two pitchers of beer, dance until 2 am, eat a fourth meal at Taco Bell, get up at 8 am for class, followed by work and writing a term paper before hitting the bars again with no physical repercussions at all. (Just reading that makes me want to nap. Then again most things make me want to nap these days).

The hyperpigmentation on my freshly washed face, the fact that a third glass of red wine will surely mean a major headache in the morning and the random aches and ...

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Skeletor is no match for our inner warriors Bookmark and Share

I was carded last night at dinner, not by a 22-year-old dude but by a 38-year-old female. Normally, a compliment like that would have me flying high for a week. But this morning Skeletor appeared in the mirror again.

Yes, fellow children of the 80s, I do mean He-Man’s nemesis: sunken in cheeks, dark circles under the eyes, pale as a corpse. (Flashback for all you fans right here)

When I’m well-rested, well-hydrated and I have new highlights, sometimes I still see my mid-to-late 20s face staring back at me in the mirror. Skeletor reminds me that I ...

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No longer first Bookmark and Share

No longer first

During a recent conversation with a friend, we talked about how it sometimes seems that we’ve hit all of the “firsts” in life and how that can be difficult sometimes.

The first 40 years are full of firsts: first day of school, first kiss, first love, first car, first apartment, first job, first (and if you’re lucky only) marriage, maybe first baby. So many things to look forward to and then you hit this point in life and wonder, what is there to look forward to? What are the next firsts? And that lack of firsts brings a ...

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