No Time To Be A Resting Pooch

A renowned authority on Alzheimer’s (AD) spoke and he said – a 70 year-old with a parent who died from the complications of AD and who has been diagnosed herself/himself, has a grim chance of overcoming the verdict.

I say…Pashaw! Let’s scream and holler, fight and kick and stay the distance with a smile and a “Not me, not yet” attitude. So – what do we do and how do we do it?

Not totally sure, but it is my belief we cannot be ‘a resting pooch.’ I’m going to dig deep, pull up those rosy red big girl panties, commit to exercising today – and socializing, even if it means talking to strangers!Excercise looks like … walking, maybe a block or a mile! Or three four or five times a week. If you cannot walk, maybe sit in a chair and kick your legs and arms around like the crazy person you’ve always wanted to be – for five minutes. Fight back within your ability – this is not about over-doing, but ‘doing’ . . . something.

Socializing looks like …maybe lunch with a new friend. That always takes more energy and thought than sitting home eating alone. If you do not drive, perhaps you could invite someone to your home to share conversation? Holler at your neighbor, you’ve been wanting to do that for some time now, haven’t you? Tell them about this new blog and my book, Blue.River.Apple.