Feeling young

Oh, what I wouldn't give to feel young again. Just to have energy to run around like my sons do. I've been looking into some ways to do it: proper exercise, changes in diet, hormone treatments like the one in Palm Springs with Edmund Chein (I ran across on old issue of my husband's Esquire and read an interesting article about it...unfortunately it's not exactly in my neck of the woods.) I don't really want to go around eating seaweed, either. What's an (old) girl to do?

One thing that always makes me feel young is giving my parents a call. They still treat me like a little kid, which I at times appreciate, and at other times that long-gone adolescent inside of me rears up and rebels like they've just told me they're taking away my phone privileges. What is it about parents that always makes me feel so....youthfully impatient?

Maybe I should be grateful for my years and not try to hide from them behind a hydrating mask and botox...then again, maybe not.

The Living Room

Well, I finally finished decorating the living room. I used "sea colors" like kelp green, ocean blue, coral....coral, and the effect is just...spectacular. At my age, my husband was surprised to see me climbing up and down a ladder, let alone renovating an entire section of the house.

I'll attribute my energy today to a great deal of Folger's coffee, but I know that isn't good for me. Sometimes, though, I just love to be active! I've taken up mountain biking with my son, but every time I finish a long ride, my lower back is killing me! My young son Kyle, of course, feels no pain, and I find myself feeling jealous of his endurance! Oh, these aging bones...

In other news, took the family out to celebrate after a great baseball game for Marcus' team. Marcus was the star of the show: he was the catcher and he, well, caught! He caught every ball that came his way, and I couldn't be prouder. Where did we go? Why, KFC, of course! Not the healthiest, that's for sure. My stomach feels a little upset, to tell the total truth...