I recently heard someone mention a “young” city. I thought they were talking about the city’s actual length of time being recognized as an incorporated entity. Boy, was I wrong. They were actually talking about cities in America that contribute to people remaining youthful. What?
When our oldest son first started college, he inherited the family mini-van and mom, that would be me, got a new car. As our next in line is approaching graduation at the end of this school year, we are faced with this past car situation repeating itself. With both sons going to college and driving their own vehicles, our home will soon have the appearance of a small used car lot. Also, when my husband and I did our financial planning for our children’s future college needs, we overlooked something as obvious as the transportation needs our sons would have.
I never really considered my husband a workaholic until I realized that he works about sixty hours weekly and, according to recent news, if a person works more than fifty-five hours weekly they have a much higher risk of having a stroke or heart attack. My husband does not work these hours because he enjoys his job so much. It is very important to him to be the main provider in the household and, with two kids in college and another who will be ready in a couple of years, he is driven to provide for his family. The hours he puts in at work are a badge of honor to his integrity and commitment to care for his family.
I like holistic medicine. I believe that nature and the natural design of my body are bent toward healing as the body’s natural survival response and the natural evolutionary process. Much of my focus has always been outward on things such as herbs and aromatherapy. When I begin to think inwardly, what type of holistic treatment would apply? I come up with meditation.
I sit. I sit a lot. It seems I am at my computer all day long pecking away at the keys only getting up when I can’t hold it any longer and then I go sit on the toilet. I go back to the computer to sit and peck until I get hungry. Then I go to the kitchen, fix something to eat, then sit down to eat my meal. What if I could put all this sitting around to good use and multi-task in a novel way? I could sit, work and exercise all at the same time. These are some of the exercises I could do while sitting on my fanny: