Growing Older

The best way to live a long life is to live to be an old age.

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The best way to live a long life is to live to be an old age.

The average 18 year old will live to age 80.
The average 65 year old will live to age 85.
The average 76 year old will live to age 88.
The average 90 year old will live to age 94.
The average 100 year old will live to age 102.

Two things cause this happen:

Every year, there is a possibility of death. If you survive that year to be age xx, then you did not die.

Second, people who don't die in a particular year are less likely to engage in risky behavior that can cause death.

 

Rising early 🛌🏻

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All week I’ve been getting up at 5 AM to cook. I’m awake early and I’m up to run to the bathroom, so I usually start with a soup, stew, beans or rice on the stove and homemade bread in the oven. And oatmeal – banana pancakes or a pound of spinach and vegetables with two eggs mixed in for binder on cast iron pan on a different burner before the morning walk at 6:20. Then usually by 8 am the soup and beans are done simmering and I have a good meal come dinner time. Usually as dinner warms up in the evening I knead dough, prepare beans to soak, chop vegetables or tidy up the kitchen. Then I retire to bed by 8 or 9 pm as I tired and it’s dark out. Plus my electric bill is up due to all the cooking, lol.

I won’t say I’m a good cook or I eat much standard American fare these days but I like to control what I put in my body and make good basic foods that I can understand. I rarely use more than a handful of minimally processed ingredients in any dish, even my bread is simple – whole wheat flour, water and yeast – and a very small amount of salt and no sugar. I really don’t use recipes as most are too complicated and unhealthy for my tastes. Probably people think I’m werid.

You don’t look the way you used to

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Recently, I’ve noticed that people have been commenting on how I look different from before. Some are genuinely worried about the changes in my facial appearance and profile. Additionally, an increasing number of people have expressed concerns about my face appearing somewhat sunken, likely due to the loss of fat in my face and neck. Still, my chest doesn’t share the same flatness though my waist line has dropped significantly. While I still have room to lose a few pounds, I’m uncertain about the extent, especially since I’m reintroducing higher-quality dairy, homemade whole-grain breads, and healthier locally-sourced meats into my diet.

People seem to assume that I’m following a strict diet or that I might have health issues. The reality, though, is that I’ve been educating myself about nutrition and making healthier food choices. Rather than focusing on portion control, I’ve been loading up on fruits and vegetables. When you fill your plate with well-prepared, delicious vegetables, it’s naturally difficult to consume excess calories because your stomach has its limits. While indulging in too many veggies might send you to the bathroom frequently, they won’t contribute to weight gain due to their high water and fiber content compared to carbohydrates and fats.

Despite the concerns voiced by others, I’ve never been happier in my life. My stomach feels full, and I experience fewer hunger pangs. I’ve managed to avoid regular sugar crashes and junk food cravings. Processed sugar doesn’t hold the same appeal for me anymore, and even fatty foods have lost their allure. When your stomach is satisfied and you’re aware of the harm they can cause, things like cake and cookies lose their satisfaction. Importantly, my mental health has significantly improved since I’m no longer on a rollercoaster of sugar-induced highs and subsequent crashes.

In my forties, gaining knowledge about the relationship between food and health has profoundly transformed both my perspective and my body. The positive effects I encounter on a daily basis far outweigh the initial challenges of making changes. Undoubtedly, my 40th year of life stands out as the most remarkable thus far, and I’m confident that the trajectory will continue to improve.

The Myth of Moderation

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“It’s okay to smoke an occasional cigarette, especially if it’s a low-tar filtered cigarette, at an occasional social event.” ~ Not Said by the Surgeon General

There is this strong belief in American culture that success is about moderation, holding back and depriving one’s self. If one can only abstain from consuming or doing too much of a bad activity, they will be okay. It’s about willpower, holding your nose against the temptation. It is said, only the weak fall for bad habits. What bullcrap! Maybe the exception to this is with cigarettes and narcotics, they’re addictive, so willpower doesn’t apply, or so we are told.

The thing is that’s bullshit. Nobody has much willpower, and any willpower is quickly broken down by the passage of time. What people have is habits — automatic, largely thoughtless routines. Things people do, because they always do it that way. Defaults and automation matter far more then any willpower. It might take a conscience effort to get a program started in one’s life, but once it’s going, success is about automation not willpower.

If you don’t want temptation don’t include bad things at all in your life. You will give in to temptation. It’s a fact.  But there is no temptation to overdo it if you don’t participate in the activity at all. Maybe that cigarette won’t kill you, but like so many bad habits, one can get you started on a bad habit for life. It’s not about moderation, but abstention and automatic habits.

I shut the brass desk lamp off in my office and left for the last time in my 30s

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I shut the brass desk lamp off in my office and left for the last time in my 30s … 🛋

I do really like that brass desk lamp in my office, it makes it feel like I’ve made it in my career. The private corner office is nice, but the brass desk lamp like the legislators have make it seem so classy.  And then it was dark in my office, I hurried out to the bus stop and caught the express home for the last time in my 30s. I took tomorrow off to get my teeth cleaned and spend a few days and nights in the wilderness camping and skiing.

It seems weird to think come Monday, I’ll be back to work. Nothing will have changed, except that the little date on the calendar will say that I am officially in my forties. I will have left the ground, and lifted my way onwards to Mission Fifty. I’m already working little hacks into my life to get me towards the big fifty, saving a little more, trying to cut back a bit on food and waste in all parts of my life. And trying to enjoy life more — especially the little, inexpensive things close to home.

One thing I’ve realized over the past few weeks is that I am doing a lot of things right. I have made sound financial decisions, I have worked hard to get where I am now. Maybe things have taken longer then I would like, but good things happen when you act strategically. Taking your time to climb the mountain isn’t a bad thing if you get out and observe a lot of what is around you. In some ways, time has gone by so quickly, in other ways, it’s been painfully slow.