Author Archives: Zipporah Sandler
When you think of exercise and fitness, what is the first thing that comes to mind? For me, it has always been running, probably because I marvel at folks who can hit the pavement and just go. Perhaps because it’s something that I’ve never been comfortable doing (the jarring impact is too much for my joints), or perhaps it’s the sleek runner’s body that I so jealously admire.
Does it sometimes feel like every little thing interrupts your dream of a perfect night’s sleep? While we know that having a lot on your mind and stress can keep you from getting all of the zzz’s your body needs, did you know that you might be sabotaging your OWN dreamtime?
Laugh, go ahead, but you know as well as I do that it’s not as easy as you think. Just take a day off and stay home and see what you end up doing: laundry, social media, writing that post that you’ve been putting off, dishes, you might even MAKE THE BED.
Back “in the day” before there was SPF or sunscreen, I was a sun worshipper. Most of us in the over 50 crowd were taught that a great tan and even a touch of sunburn on the cheeks looked healthy. We spent summers on the beach in our itty bitty polka dot bikinis or sat on the lawn with a reflector.
Whether you live up in Seattle or down in Miami you know that thermometer is creeping up. Summer is here, and that means shimmying into your bathing suit and getting your toes in the sand. Yes, it’s time to get BEACH READY.
With Simon & Garfunkel singing the 50th Street Bridge Song over and over again in my head, I’m showing my age by saying that I’m “Feelin’ Groovy.” Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case last week as I felt completely overwhelmed and anxious.
I thought that turning sixty would be easy. I figured the day would come and I’d feel like I had accomplished most of what I wanted in life, I’d be entering a new chapter with gusto. Instead it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Zippy and I’ve turned into my grandmother. I used to laugh at the things she carried in her purse — little packets of sweetener; bags of nuts and dried fruit; and sweet treats, usually hard candies, when we wanted “something good.” The joke was over when I began my career as a blogger and a travel writer.
While I believe in being fashionably late for a cocktail party, when it comes to my health, I try to be on time. That’s why I jumped on the fish oil bandwagon the minute my doctors suggested that I start taking an omega-3 supplement.