Tag Archives: health

Addicted To Living Longer

Vindication, at long last.

For years I’ve been accused of having a habit that’s detrimental to my health.  Of being obsessed with something that, in the final reckoning, is bad for me.  Everyone wants to call it “an addiction”; a word that has implicit negative connotations to it.

But in reality all I have been doing – and am doing right now – is saving my life, one delicious, steaming, aromatic cup at a time.

This article, which I found on MSNBC, actually has nothing to do with why I drink coffee, but it’s some seriously good justification for not giving up my daily habit.

When you read a quote like

“In fact, men who drank at least six cups of coffee a day had a 10 percent lower chance of dying during the 14-year study period than those who drank none. For women, the risk was 15 percent lower”

it’s hard not to feel like all those people who made snide remarks about your excessive coffee consumption behind your back owe you some sort of apology.  Maybe over a latte at Dunn Bros, I’d suggest.  (hint, hint, hint)  And those of you who took out life insurance policies based on this particular anti-coffee article can be first in line…and stop grinning every time I walk to the urn to top off my Chuck coffee mug at the office.  You know who you are.

One thing’s for sure – I’m not kicking the coffee habit any time soon.  Based on the title of the article (“6 Cups a Day?  Coffee Lovers Less Likely To Die, Study Finds“) I’m thinking I’m in good shape with every 20-ounce curl I do of the brewed paradise.  I enjoy my morning wake-up call, and you can’t beat a good cup of Ethiopian Sun-Dried Cherry coffee with just a touch of soy in it to start your day off right.

And even if some study that’s more comprehensive than the 402,000 person, 13-year basis of this article turns around and finds that coffee is actually more deadly than arsenic I’m still going to lift that mug up to my lips every morning.  Because nobody should be without coffee whether it’s healthy or not.  It’s just that good.

And I can stop any time I want to.


(post image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net)

Ten

Down 10 pounds in 23 days.  I’ll take that.  I’m almost to my 200 pound goal…which I’ve since extended to 195.  Two months left to hit it.

Oddly enough in my quest to hit 200 pounds I’ve ended up not even exercising beyond my Sunday night volleyball games.  I fell off the run-in-the-morning wagon when the snow happened (not real thrilled with blowing out my knee running on snow/ice) and haven’t gotten back in it since.

But that’s OK – I’ll pick back up the exercise routine in February.


(image post courtesy of Suat Eman / FreeDigitalPhotos.net)

Minus Five

This is awesome.  I’m sitting here just having finished three cans of coke, two slices of stuffed crust pizza and 10 ounces of yogurt with all sorts of sweets on top of it from Yougurtini.   And it’s all part of my diet.  The diet that I’ve managed to lose five pounds on since – get this – January first, without any sort of supplements or pills or whatever.

And no, you’re right – it’s not all by eating all that stuff above.  Sunday just happens to be my “cheat day” – every Sunday I can eat whatever I want in whatever quantities I want.  It’s designed to reset my body.  Then Monday through Saturday I’m back on the Slow-Carb Diet from Tim Ferriss’ 4-Hour Body.  But as of this morning I’m at 204.6 pounds – down from about 210 when I weighed myself on December 30th.  I’ll take it – considering Continue reading Minus Five

Baby It’s Cold Outside

The cold is coming in waves.  I’m not kidding – I can literally feel the cold washing through the window.  If I hold my hand just above the window sill I can feel the waves of cold air – just like waves of water – rolling over it.

That is so wrong.

And what’s even wronger (not really sure that’s a real word, but let’s just pretend it is for now) is that I’m still running in the mornings.  Most mornings, anyway.  And yes, I’m freezing my Continue reading Baby It’s Cold Outside

Bowls Full of Jelly

I hate Santa Claus.

I know, that’s pretty un-American of me, isn’t it?  That’s bordering on something a communist might say (if a communist were allowed to use the words “Santa” and “Claus” in the first place without worrying about getting tossed in hail).  In fact, disliking jolly ol’ St. Nick is pretty much equivalent to saying that apple pie takes a back seat to a bowl of sorbet – imagine what going that extra emotional mile from ‘dislike’ to ‘hate’ would do.  It just doesn’t happen.

Continue reading Bowls Full of Jelly