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Good day to you, dear reader! This post is a sort of continuation of my post about all my tips and tricks for aging, again, in hopes it helps someone else. Apologies in advance for the length, maybe grab a beverage.

This first bit is very exciting! I know I’ve mentioned my gallbladder being pretty much useless for the majority of my life and very dead upon her swift excision several years ago. I had sincerely hoped it would relieve me permanently of my nightly belch fest, and I was lucky for the better part of two years, but my displeasure, rather unfortunately, returned.

What do do? Ask the interwebs! So I did some poking around and found a Polish study where they gave patients manuka honey three times a day, and largely remedied the problem after a month. Their protocol was obviously more precise, but I had high hopes and a jar in the pantry for wound care (for which it does a most excellent job!), so there was no barrier to entry, so to speak.

Upon waking, I take a teaspoon before consuming anything else, and that’s it, just the one time. After three months with the brand pictured, and the UMF and MGO relatively high (no cheap substitutes), I would say I’m 99% cured! The only time I have problems is when I go heavy on the gluten, like the other day when I ate hummus with tortillas and made some really good sugar cookies. Belch, belch, belch.

And in true infomercial style, I’ve got a “but wait, there’s more” for you moment for the tortilla and cookie days. I have homemade Eno’s Fruit Salts, pictured at right. I stumbled upon them in a not particularly enjoyable book of fiction. The main character mentions their evergreen presence on her mother’s night stand. The only Eno I know is the musical genius Brian, so of course, I did a little searching. They are basically Alka-Seltzer in a jar and are pretty darn effective! Pictured below is their wonderful effervescence. They don’t taste half bad, either. Greg would drink them without any sort of tummy upset, truth be told. If you’d like to try your hand at them, the recipe is below the photo.

Eno’s Fruit Salts: 40g citric acid, 55g baking soda, 5g Himalayan salt. Mix in an airtight jar, and keep in a cool, dry place. Put one teaspoon in a cup of water, leaving room for roiling bubbles! Please wait until the bubbles diminish, or they’ll go right up your nose. Ask me how I know! Sorry I don’t have a teaspoon conversion, but if you’re any good at math and the internet, I believe you can work it out.

Next up, a bummer and lesson learned. I had my first DEXA scan for a bone density baseline, and despite all my hormones, weight lifting, jump roping, protein consuming, and a calcium rich diet with boron supplementation (it helps guide calcium to the bones), I still have osteopenia. VERY sad face!

Again, I turned to the interwebs to find out what could be going wrong. The answer? Oxalates! These buggers are found in many plant based foods, and bond with calcium, robbing it from the bones. My homemade almond milk; near daily serving of gigante, navy, or great northern beans; handful of peanuts or cashews or pistachios; favorite vegetable snack of celery and carrots? All high in them! I was unknowingly taking away my bones resiliency and strength.

So, now I’m drastically cutting back and replacing them with low oxalate legumes, fewer nuts, and bell peppers, and will be adding a calcium citrate supplement, too.

Now to the rest! I mix the magnesium CALM with a powdered (for optimal absorption – pills, especially tablets don’t digest as well) magnesium malate and magnesium glycinate, for a well rounded profile, all just before bed, with my progesterone, so I have every chance at very good rest. It works.

Creatine monohydrate helps build strong muscles and is great for all the weight training I do. It is also very promisingly good for brain health, especially in people my age and older. I mix it with 1/8 teaspoon of potassium citrate powder because coffee robs the body of potassium, and I like coffee(!); manganese, and himalayan salts, right after a workout. The salts provide electrolytes, and the manganese helps me not have these weird shooting nerve pains in my arms and legs.

Glutathione and molybdenum: I have the MTHFR gentetic mutation, which is the likely cause for some of my digestive woes, as it makes the liver less efficient, and glutathione (a master antioxidant which, when decreased causes all kinds of poor health outcomes) decreases with age, so I take the liposomal form of it, as it is the most bioavailable.

If you decide you’d like to try it, do the pulse method, starting very small, increasing minimally over time, then decrease when you see positive effects, ramping up slowly again. Additionally, when you first start, please do it when you know you will be home, as it can be very powerful. I did the pulse method, took my usual before heading out on errands, and thank God for the public toilet at the grocery. I also take it with molybdenum because it can make for very smelly farts!

More on molybdenum: If you like red wine, but not the headache, take some with it, and see how you do. Molybdenum converts the awful sulfites to sulfates which may help ease the headache. Don’t overdo it though, too much molybdenum can cause a copper deficiency. So much to consider!

Zoiks! The final photo, which looked so much better in the camera, but I don’t feel like retaking it. Sigh. Anyhoo, this is my section for making, which is always fun.

A long time ago, I tried making my own deodorant, and it worked marvelously until we got a rash from the baking soda in it. So we stopped using deodorant, which wasn’t terrible if we kept on it. Unfortunately, another b.s. accompaniment with aging is the increase in body odors, at least in our household.

More internet searching and looking at ingredients in non-aluminum deodorants/antiperspirants. In a very odd turn, I landed on milk of magnesia, the stuff for tummy upset. I put it in a refillable roll-on bottle with a few drops of bergamot essential oil, and the stuff is magic. We do not smell, at ALL (unless we forget to apply, doh!), even though there aren’t daily bathings around here, and we work out hard. The only pitfall is the very white color, but I don’t do sleeveless terribly often, and when I do, I’m just more conscious of my rolling.

Another not-so-pleasant odor is 2-nonenal or “old people” smell. It is basically a result of slower cell turnover, again, due to aging (dammit!) and is the equivalent of your skin cells turning to rust. You cannot generally smell it on yourself (womp-womp), but others can, and it can show up as early as 40, which is a real bummer. One day, maybe a year ago, when going in for a big kiss on Greg, I smelled it, straight up Grandpa Marv, and not his nice cologne.

More zooming about the web! Some people treat it by eating a lot of shitaki mushrooms, but they are expensive, and we don’t wanna. But, but, but persimmon soap works like a dream, so they say. We bought some, so I didn’t waste my time tinkering with an ineffective product. It worked, and it is also expensive, so for the price of two bars, I bought a package of persimmon powder from Japan (also great for dying fabric a beautiful rust color – the irony is not lost here), and got to work. I looked at the ingredients of various highly rated soaps, did some infusing, and made a small batch.

Success! Greg uses it morning and evening, and goes to town on his neck and behind the ears in the shower, and, only occasionally is there a hint of Grandpa Marv. I use it, too, but we have no clue about the effect on me, as Greg does not have a great sense of smell. I will say, as it is also high in tannins from green tea, that my skin feels soft and lovely and tight immediately after. Winning!

Finally, as I am well versed in the benefits of zinc oxide on skin, I decided to make a toner with it. I added hyaluronic acid powder (just a little, as it goes a very long way), and essential oils of jasmine, immortelle, sweet thyme, and blue tansy, which are all supposed to be great for skin health. I use it morning and evening, and really like how it feels and smells.

That’s it, that’s all, maybe even too much. Be well!

Devices for Aging

If you, like me, have read carefully, and listened equally so, to menopause and aging specialists over the past few years, or just lived a little and experienced the pain of an aging body, you might have felt down about it before looking to solutions. I’m going to tell you about mine, and maybe something will resonate with you, too.

First, the big, black clunker on which my various items are displayed. It is called a wave table, and makes every jiggly bit you wish you didn’t have move, move, move! It also mimics the impact of running and walking, especially when on maximum effect, and can help keep your bones strong. A lot of what I know is anecdotal, but I’m down for trying to keep my bones as robust as possible as I age. An added bonus, after descending the wobbly throne, my body is positively giddy, yet relaxed. Even for that, I’ll take it.

Next, from the left, is my cordless jump rope. Greg and I work out in the basement, with ceilings about 7′, so not exactly conducive to an actual jump rope. I wondered if there might me an equivalent, and here we are. Jumping rope is another way to help maintain strong bones, so we do it for about 15 minutes a week. It is also a fabulous warm up before weight lifting, I might add. Which reminds me, as I don’t have a photo, Greg and I have started lifting heavy! My personal best and current very long plateau is heaving 64 pounds of loaded barbell over my head in a clean and press move, repeated ten times. It is very hard and very exhilarating! I’m also dead lifting, lunging, and doing two kinds of squats with 75 pounds. We’ll see how heavy I go, as I have zero desire to injure myself. Word…

This brings up another point, and reason 999 why I am doing all of this. Did you know there is a direct correlation between muscle strength, and especially in the thighs, and cognition, as we age? The way Dr. Kelly Casperson explained it was the brain loses function as muscle degenerates. As a kind of why bother, I guess. Talk about survival of the fittest.

Next to the jump rope are my insoles (made by Pedag), topped with metatarsal support pads, and in the right hand corner, all my toe gear. My feet are messed up, peeps. I wear the insoles because my arches are falling and need a firm base, and the metatarsals need that same support to also keep my feet from hurting when I walk. I’ve also added the metatarsal pads to all of my shoes and sandals that aren’t conducive to insoles. The pink ones keep my toes separated, as do the little ones on the bottom, but for specific toes when I am not wearing the pinks, as they cut off circulation over time, sheesh. Finally the fleshy ones in the middle prevent curling toes and yet more pain, which are rotated with the pinks, and delightedly, never cut off circulation. All of this gear helps prevent further deformation via the shifting of bones and a bunion surgery that wasn’t exactly the best. It is quite a lot, but dang, they create a beautiful symphony of painless feet, and I am well pleased!

The bright green oval is a thoracic pod for helping keep my chest and ribs open, as I constantly forget to sit up straight and keep my shoulders down (so many stressors in these crazy times) and to compensate for falling down the stairs decades ago and getting walloped by a wave in the ocean while snorkeling. It can be painful, especially when I neglect to do it and yoga regularly, but, boy, does it get the job done.

Finally, a brace. After I learned I had arthritis in both of my wrists, I struggled to find ways to prevent pain, at least without a constant stream of oral or topical medications. Then, I landed on wearing a brace nightly on my right wrist, as it is more arthritic than the left. I’ve also found the heavy lifting is helping with the pain, maybe because I’m building a strong scaffold of muscle around it, while also strengthening my bones, in general. That said, when I fail to remember to wear the brace more than two nights in a row, my wrist is not happy about it.

In short, I am always learning over here! Here’s to it!

It began in 2024, with a highly anticipated visit with friends. Upon arriving at the house, one of our hosts, in a super festive mood, eagerly showed me a new purchase, and actually said these words, “I hope this makes you jealous.” My body froze in shock (why would anyone say this?!), and I quickly changed the subject. Later, in the warm intimacy of a moving vehicle, the two of us chatting convivially, more horrible words were uttered.

Before I say what they were, I have two thoughts/truths to convey. The first is a defense mechanism recently “invented” by my own person, but it may be actual gospel elsewhere, and I had yet to encounter it. Anyway, it goes like this: whenever I feel hurt by another, I mentally remove myself, repeat what was said aloud, and hear it as a stranger would, like eavesdropping. How do I react now?

The second relates to my marriage with Greg. Since we chose not to have kids, our relationship is our beloved child. It is nearly 35 years old and looked upon reverentially. It is sometimes petulant, oftentimes silly, other times awkward, and mostly quite loving, affectionate, and thoughtful. Without the distraction of child rearing, we have put our all into its cultivation. We have had lengthy discussions on what is best for it and us. It is well oiled, well loved, well considered. No detail has been left to chance, really. It works.

So, driving along, me feeling warm and fuzzy, with what I thought was the best company, I was verbally assaulted. My friend, in what I can only assume was, as I am not a mind reader, a fervent zeal to demonstrate her moral superiority over a different, lesser woman of close relation, forgot who she was with (unemployed me), and uttered a fierce pride in never “using” her partner, for “his” insurance. “At least I never did THAT.”

For context, when I was very young and imagined my life, it was not with a man, but as an independent woman, with a great job, in a fabulously cozy and well decorated home. What a crazy surprise to find a perfect partner so young (19!), and the homes I imagined soon thereafter. A greater surprise, more so anguish, was at not being gainfully employed, or even, to be honest, employable, for the better part of the last two decades.

After much soul searching, Greg and I made peace with it. Him more than me, truth be told, but with a great partnership, comes great understanding. It is now our shared pain, and when I am down about it, our shitty burden. OURS. No one else has dominion over it. We have mutually worked our way in, up, down, and around it.

That being said, this has not prevented me from having deep shame on the subject. No surprise, guess how horribly I was stricken upon hearing her words?! For nearly a year (!!), I lingered silently over them, sometimes defeated, others positively riled. Was I really a user? Did Greg feel the same? One day, he made mention of his tiring of our friend’s frequent caustic remarks on all manner of subjects, as she rarely had an unexpressed thought, however rude or unkind.

I saw my opening, screwed up my courage, and came to my eavesdropping exercise. We were now collectively sad and angry. Who on earth declares such things to a supposedly dear friend? So, we ruminated, for days and days and days, and wrote the kindest letter we could, leaving the friendship.

It was, wildly, not the last. After a horrifyingly painful few days in the company of another “friend,” aided by the eavesdropping tool, we felt yet more disbelief at how easy it seemed for people we dearly loved, for decades, to treat us so badly. And not for the first time.

We came to realize many things. First, these friendships were forged as young adults, when our values and beliefs were less solid, and unkindness wasn’t the deal breaker it is today. Second, when we lived in Portland (more than ten years ago!), and only encountered them every few years, their insensitive idiosyncrasies were less visible, and we didn’t truly know who they were. If we met them now, they would remain strangers. Finally, we noted, in small part, the fault was ours, for not setting better boundaries. “I don’t like that. Please stop.” You can bet your sweet bottom that future friends will know better where we stand.

In a resolution, of sorts, I have begun watercolor painting again. I first tried my hand at it in college, before meeting Greg (a very long time ago!), and mostly enjoyed it, but never got into the habit.

This happened again and again, buying supplies, doing a few paintings here and there, but never really establishing a practice. After making what I hope to be a final peace with my retirement status and a serious lack of reading material I care to actually finish, I needed a way out of my chitty-chattery head.

As I had a drawer full of brushes, a little paper, and plenty of paint, I gave it an initial whirl with the apple. Contented, I landed on making a few small paintings each week, bought more paper and some brushes for small, fine details, as I am not interested in large creations. I am truly happy to report my brain is delighted with the escape from overthinking!

This is nearly everything I’ve made, minus one painting for my cousin, as a housewarming gift, which she seemed to like, and pleased my ego. How about that?!

I am mostly satisfied, and will likely give the majority away, the mushroom already promised to someone who loves them. The church (Santo Tomas in Abiquiu) is part of a series I took pictures for last March in New Mexico, of places my Native and Mexican ancestors were baptised, as far back as the 1700s. I hope to frame and hang them in the living room. I am kind of excited and, fingers crossed, they turn out as I see them in my head. This one needs some more background, and I forgot some exterior lights, so I will keep at it.

Cheers!

In December

Welcome to high school hockey at Ed Robson arena at Colorado College. We went to support my cousin’s no longer little number 72. While the team didn’t win their games, our favorite player scored three goals, huzzah!

He and his Mom were in town for a tournament and stayed with us, during which time we learned: Number 72 has grown, both more adult and articulate, AND about seven inches taller since we last saw him, towering over me (zoiks!); our new pizza oven does okay indoors when making two pizzas, but four is akin to a three alarm fire, with all the cornmeal and a single pepperoni getting torched and smoking up the place. Still delicious, however!

Puzzle season began!

We also had some really weird weather in December. All across the state, the temperatures were in the sixties, sometimes seventies, the absolute warmest I can recall in my nearly forty years of life here, day after day. The heat hardly came on, and we were sporting early fall gear, like Greg’s short sleeve tee and jeans. It didn’t make us any less cuddly, however, just ask Juniper.

In January news, we’ve completely made up for it, with several storms, one with a lot of heavy snow, and a deep freeze of subzero overnight temperatures. We are just on the other side of it now, with a nice 41 degree afternoon as I type. Juniper is pleased as punch to finally get a walk!

Since our Dungeons and Dragons group dissolved, good grief, probably five years ago(!), we hadn’t done much playing, which made us a little sad. So, Greg dug through his original D&D gear (1980, I think?) and found an adventure for us. It was a new way of playing for me, drawing my own map, but I really liked it!

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