I'm not getting any younger. I'm not getting any healthier - anway by my habits. I'm not getting any skinnier - again, by my habits. I'm just not getting. My 16-hour day the other day is still causing me effects. Ankles are a bit tender. I could hardly move at all yesteray. But, this has nothing to do with vitamins. That whole routine about the definition of crazy, I am the definition of crazy. Doing the same thing over and over and over and over again expecting a different result. OK, that may be a bit of an overstatement - because on most things, I am a bit socially acceptable and sane. I don't fart in public. I don't talk to myself - very loudly - in public. I don't throw medications in the air and call them confetti. I don't scream obscenities without a reason. So, for the most part, I can be considered sane. But, battling for healthy habits is where the line between sane and insane starts. I have started ...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother