Bathroom scales might be one of the biggest enemies for Boomers. Yes, I had one of them in my bathroom, and I instinctively stepped on it at least once each week after a morning shower to see whether my holiday eating habits took a significant toll on my weight.
As boomers, we’re used to having our blood glucose levels measured during our annual physicals. After all, our risk for developing diabetes increases with age. Many of us now know our A1C levels as well as our cholesterol, iron and calcium levels.
It is that time of year again when you may be focusing on eating healthier. One way to accomplish this goal is avoiding, as much as possible, ‘empty calories,’ i.e., foods that are high in calories and low in nutrients your body needs to stay healthy.
I come from a family of medical professionals. So, it’s no surprise that my belief and trust in the medical profession, and those who practice it, has always been high.
I grew up seeing some of my older relatives remove their ‘teeth’ before going to bed. Sometimes, they expressed discomfort with chewing or dentures that were either too tight or too loose. I decided early on in my life that I was not going to go down that same road.
I believe that it’s always better to get nutrients from the food that we eat rather than from supplements.
I can still remember how excited I was when I got my driving license. In addition to giving me an enormous sense of pride and independence, it also was tangible proof that I was now really a “grown up” with all the rights and privileges that came with it.
For the longest time, I used to associate vitamin C deficiency with scurvy. Maybe this was from watching too many pirate movies when I was younger or my interest in maritime history that came from growing up on an island. For whatever reason, whenever I heard about not getting enough vitamin C in my diet, I immediately conjured up visions of toothless pirates in the 18th Century.
According to statistics, up to 30 percent of us will experience changes in appetite as we age. This is a complaint my mom started having in her mid-60s. Foods she loved to eat as a teen or young adult just didn’t whet her appetite anymore.