Did you know that some studies have shown that simply visualizing yourself exercising can increase the size of your muscles? Really. The study in question showed that merely thinking about exercise improved muscle tone by 22% – as opposed to the 30% improvement for the participants who actually lifted the dumbbells. While I wouldn’t recommend that we just lie down and think about lifting weights, I do aspire to the idea of easing into the joy of exercise a little at a time. It’s amazing what we can do without joining a gym!
My Own Story
Like a lot of Baby-Boomer women of my age, I never really played organized sports as a kid. Before Title IX, there just weren’t a lot of opportunities for girls, and it was decidedly uncool to be sweaty and red-faced from exertion. So I tried to avoid it. I wanted to look like Twiggy (something I never came close to accomplishing), but it never occurred to me that exercise might help me with that. Suffice it to say that I spent lots of time sitting down. Dixie was different. She was a gymnast.
Fast-forward a few years. As a young wife with two small kids, I still spent lots of time sitting down, but now I smoked while I sat. One day I dropped my car off for a tune-up and was horrified to find that I had trouble walking less than a mile home. I had to sit down on a neighbor’s stoop to wait out a side-ache! You’d think that would have made me act, but it didn’t. Continue reading Move It or Lose It: Healthy Aging
I just kept spending more and more on my hair. The upkeep was killing me. It started with $30 precision cuts in the 1970s. That was quite a bit of money back then, but it seemed worth it. But soon it was highlights ($50 minimum) along with the haircut which now cost $45. Then along came some grey hair, and that demanded a base color first, followed by highlights, followed by the haircut. Yikes! One day not too long ago (but while I was still working), I walked out of the salon with a lovely cut and color but $275 dollars added to my credit card bill. Continue reading Trim the Cost of your Haircut
Pam Mangene and Dixie Shaw are two friends who met over forty years ago. Our paths crossed on our way to a newcomer function in Dallas, Texas in the early 1970s when our children were toddlers. Now, their children are in high school.
Though we’ve lived on opposite ends of our nation and our world, we’ve always managed to visit each other, travel together and keep close track of our children, grandchildren and husbands. We’ve collaborated about many opportunities over the years as our separate careers took us down different paths and now have established a place to share observations on those various stages of life.
More information is available about our backgrounds on later pages but for now, let’s get started. We would love to hear from you and about your Richly Aged years.
Pam and Dixie
Okay. Why this blog? The heart and subject of the blog is inevitable aging. The serendipitous gift of the blog is choice. So what do we have? Aging and choice.
Aging, noun, 1) the process of growing old. 2) Adjective, of a thing reaching the end of useful life. Obsolescent.
That doesn’t sound like a lot of happiness, does it!
Choice, noun, 1) an act of choosing or deciding between two or more possibilities. The power over deciding the outcome.
Now we’re talking.
What are your impressions of aging? When I was in my twenties and thirties, I thought the milestone sixty was definitely “elderly.” Now at seventy two, when a novel refers to an elderly woman of sixty, I’m amazed and a little miffed. Currently I live in an “active adult” community with separate homes, filled with separate singles or couples, with separate interests and separate histories with one singular restriction. They must be adults over 55.
Within this community there are groups interested in golf, horseshoes, shuffleboard, bocce ball, tennis, swimming, bike rides, ceramics, art, theater, chorus, dancing, reading, working out, walking, yoga, tai chi, shopping, cards, parties, luncheons, charities, computer, movies, veterans, cooking, and the list goes on. They all have a choice in what they would like to do or even if they want to live here.
Our ages range from 55 to 100+. We have folks who are grumpy, cheery, funny, irritated, sad, vibrant and helpful. Having said that, there isn’t anyone in the community who hasn’t had illness, injury, or loss touch our lives. It’s the inevitable part. The one gift we have in common is choice. The choice is how to deal with our circumstances. To choose to stay positive about whatever phase or place we find ourselves. A choice about how we age? That works!
Come along with us as we discuss Richly Aged…and loving life!