Fetching WOOFer Feet!

I have a thing for feet.

Back of the ankles and toes especially.

At this age, trying my hand at yoga again, I’m reminded that feet are so neglected. (Ya think? High heels!) Except for the occasional pedicure, we rarely play with our toes, just letting them wiggle and our feet flex.

Good news? Once we start pampering them a little, they start to forgive us. AND guess what? They love being up in the air. Higher than our heads. (Think babies grabbing their toes and sticking them in their mouths!)

I posted much of this on my personal blog and got this wonderful comment from Eileen Williams, of Feisty Side of Fifty fame:

Leave it to a Master Woofer to remind me that my dogs are barkin'! I haven't let my poor overworked feet hang out above my head for years. Now that you've reminded me, they're just itching to wriggle freely, straight up and proudly held high.

Okay, so tell me. Why are you still sitting there with your feet under your desk? Get off that chair, onto the floor, feet in the air…now wiggle those WOOFer toes!

Hmm, and notice whether you're losing fat on the balls of your feet. Hey, that's what Mad Dog claims in our book!

Diana (aka d.d.dawg)

A "Green Bag" Solution

I caught a segment on our local NBC station the other morning on "Debbie Meyer Green Bags." In case you're not familiar with this phenomenon, these bags "prolong the life of your fruits, vegetables and cut flowers without the use of chemicals. Stock up on produce without worrying about rapid spoilage or extend the life of your homegrown fruits and veggies."

Seems these bags absorb and remove damaging gases that are released from ripening fruits and vegetables.

Got me thinking. Wonder how these bags would work on aging WOOFers? Now, before you dismiss the idea of wearing a green bag to work, the grocery, even sitting at your computer, which comprises 90% of my day, imagine just wearing them at night! You spend about 8 hours in bed. That figures out to be one-third of your life. One third that WOULDN'T AGE!

An extra-added benefit...those refried beans you had at dinner? No worries! Green Bags will take care of the consequences!

One problem. Unless I can figure out how to put a bag over my head without asphyxiating, my face is going to look a whole heck of a lot older than my body. Any ideas?

(In the meantime, check out WOOF for more fabulous tips on aging gracefully!)



Milkbone (Mary Cunningham)

Debbie Meyer Green Bags

The Bride Wears...Red??

I was married at nineteen, and widowed at fifty seven. One of the most devastating aspects of that horrible experience was coming to the realization that all our dreams for the future were gone in the blink of an eye.

My husband Sid often quoted those famous lines: Grow old with me. The best is yet to be. I never imagined that I would be doing that with someone else.

But then I met Tom, fell in love and now at sixty—I am planning to be married this coming June. I have had to work through a lot of issues, including happiness guilt. But I am finally at peace with the fact that I will grow old with Tom, not Sid.

Life rarely goes the way we planned. And, as hard as it is, sometimes we have to learn to accept the changes in our lives before we can really embrace and celebrate them.

Sid and those cherished memories will never leave my heart. But I have found that I have room in my heart for Tom, also. How great is that? I am blessed to love and be loved by two wonderful men in my lifetime.

I recently found a red dress to wear at our small family wedding. Red seemed so appropriate, as to me, it says that no matter how old we are and what has happened to us-- there is always hope for new beginnings. It also signifies the fire and passion of youth.

So I am going to wear a vibrant, red wedding dress that says to me “embrace the best of the past, live with joy today, and celebrate the best is yet to be of the future.”

Melinda

Woofers Get Award!

We were honored recently when "Life of a Publisher" blogger, Karen Syed, gave Women Only Over Fifty the Premio Dardos Award for our effort, knowledge and encouragement to readers.

This award is given to acknowledge blogs that have cultural, ethical, literary and personal values.

In turn, we'd like to honor a few of our favorite blogs for reaching out to not only WOOFers, but readers of all generations who encourage self-awareness, good will, and literacy throughout the world.

The rules are:

1) Accept the award by posting it on your blog along with the name of the person that has granted the award and a link to his/her blog.

2) Pass the award to other blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgement, remembering to contact each of them to let them know they have been selected for this award.I would like to present this award to the following sites in appreciation for all the effort, knowledge, and encouragement they offer to their readers.

Our honorees are:


The Boomer Chronicles

Boomer Diva Nation

The Word from Beacon Street

Gentle's Holler Blog

Young Adult and Kids Books Central Blog

A Novelist Speaks on Books, The Universe, Everything

Riehl Life

Feisty Side of Fifty

Elizabeth O. Dulemba

Julia Rogers Hamrick

Kid's True Fiction

Margaret Dyer

Poor Widow Me

Janet Reid

Shelli Johannes-Wells

And...Nobody Got Hurt!

In keeping with recent posts on weight loss (gain!), and outsourcing resolutions, thought I'd share a little heartwarming story from WOOF.

Proud of recent efforts to watch my weight, I felt compelled to share my strategy with my husband.

"I'm not sure if you noticed," I beamed over dinner one night, "I'm trying to cut down on my calories by only filling one plate instead of using side dishes for salads and vegetables."

"I noticed," he remarked, "and must say that I have a lot of admiration for you."

A smug, satisfied smile crossed my face until he added, "You must be closing in on the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest dinner plate."



(The amazing part of this story is that...HE'S STILL ALIVE!)



Got a heartwarming story to tell about your diet experiences? E-mail us! GreatDames@woofersclub.com! We need the laughs.


Milkbone (Mary Cunningham)