lost and found in retirement
Using the “f” word was a criminal offense punishable in the most severe way in my childhood home. One of my favorite scenes from A Christmas story was when Ralphie utters the f*ck word. It echoes my experiences as a Midwest baby boomer. Childish insults might include obscenities but never the “f” word. Times have changed. F*ck has become mainstream, most likely because of its…
I nervously scanned the people in the conference room at Summa Akron City Hospital on that cold January night in 2008. I was taking my first step towards bariatric surgery by attending a weight loss seminar. I saw a cross-section of obese people who appeared to be equally as uneasy. I suspect my newer friends and followers may not know I had bariatric surgery. I…
Facebook reminded me this morning that two years ago I walked out of my office and into retired life. Two years later, I am still discovering life as a retired person. Last year, I reflected on what one year into retirement looked like. Here are twelve things I discovered two years out. First lessons still hold true. I was given a copy of How to…
I was a different person ten years ago. I was sedentary, obese, and unhappy. It was not a good situation to be in less than three years after open heart surgery. A change had to happen. Frustrated with my failed weight loss attempts, I pursued weight loss (bariatric) surgery. I spent most of my life trying to find myself. When I finally found “me”- the real…
I am back. It’s been a busy year. I always end the year measuring my progress in achieving my wellness vision. I have six years of wellness visions under my belt. In 2011 I switched from New Year’s resolutions to a wellness vision believing that it is much more effective. You can Google “wellness vision” or search my blog to learn more. My annual wellness…
A Facebook post by Family on Bikes caught my eye today. It was the fifth anniversary of the Vogel family’s three year 17,000 mile bicycle ride from Alaska to the southernmost tip of Argentina. I had found their blog six years ago and followed their final year through South America. The Facebook post took me to the blog post documenting the final miles in Argentina….
Fun. Over my life the fun in life seemed to take a seat farther back on the bus. Fun was the number #1 priority when I was young. I spent all my free time playing outdoors. Recesses on the playground even brought fun to school. It only seems fitting that fun becomes the focus of my later years of life. In 2011 I moved away…
The rain had settled into a drizzle after several hours of heavy rain and periods of clearing. I had finished the very wet Rubber City Race Series Get Thirsty 8K. From my perch on the upper end zone patio I watched the final runners cross the finish line. The official end was 90 minutes after the race start. Yet, race officials and finish line volunteers…
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