On the last day of our Greek trip, my connection to this blog via my cellphone went kaflooey. (That is a very advanced technology term that means “me no understand WTF is happening.”)
Fortunately, there wasn’t much to say other than 1) we enjoyed the heck out of the last days of our trip and 2) we arrived home safely!
I hope that you enjoyed the photos and my posts. Here’s another from our final, delightful dinner in Crete.
After a brief, two-day stopover in Sullivan County where we did laundry and enjoyed time with friends, Beth and I hitched up our truck and trailer and returned to Croton Point. This is the best (and only?) camping spot in Westchester, New York situated on the banks of the Hudson River.
Croton Point is also a stone’s throw from our former home, so we’re sure to enjoy time with friends, family and do a few camp gigs. Beth and I have also registered for 2 weeks at a local pool and gym, so we are happy to reprioritize our life to include daily exercise.
One of the many reasons to focus on exercise is that we are building great momentum in our career as teaching artists specializing in wellness. And just because our career is expanding doesn’t mean my stomach should, too!
I remember when my parents were in their 30s and 49s and they ALWAYS seemed to be fighting to lose weight. My dad, in particular, was as concerned with heart disease as he was with looking good. Still, he fought a losing battle with sugar his whole life and I’m pretty sure it contributed to his demise in his 70s. The poor guy gave up booze, cigarettes and coffee, but he lost the battle with carbs.
Anyway…we discovered on this trip how good we felt when we are eating fresh, local and organic foods. Almost invariably, the cooking methods were simple because the food was of a high quality.
We shop a lot at Farmers Markets and try to limit our sugar, but it’s hard in this culture to avoid it. So, I intend to continue eating well at home most of the time, but I will forgive myself if I give myself when I stray. Truth is, we aren’t always able or willing to eat super-healthily. I like a club sandwich or a stack of pancakes sometimes. But as we often say to kids, “if you have pizza and ice cream one night, eat salad and other light foods the next day.”
My expanding waistline is not a tragedy. It’s partly a sign of age and mostly a clarion call to adjust my behavior…without shame or self-flagellation. And that ain’t always easy.
My hope is to live well and long, to travel, create, teach, laugh and love. I pray I can do so with all of you, my friends, for many years.
So, what’s for dinner?
