You know you are getting old when:

[GHT]

That waft of leather as you walk in, I can certainly empathise with that. You get 'old car' smell of walnut & leather when you open the door of The MG. It makes people smile, even youngsters agree that an old car has a most agreeable scent. So your home would be a heady, intoxicating mix of machinery, leather and whatever medium your paintings are in.
It makes me fantacise about releasing a 'steam engine smell' at my station. Perhaps I could buy it, compressed in a cylinder.

 

[Lean'n'mean]

It makes me fantacise about releasing a 'steam engine smell' at my station. Perhaps I could buy it, compressed in a cylinder.

You can probably buy it. Supermarkets sometimes release the smell of baking bread through the air systems, it's almost subliminal..... apparently it encourages us to buy. It's a good tip too if you're selling your house to have bread baking in the oven when showing around potential buyers.

 

[Edward]

I just realized why I came out so good on the deal. What they are counting on, is locking you in to another two year contract at an inflated price! But, it seems, someone made the mistake of Grandfathering me into my current low price. Sometimes it pays to be lucky!

That is lucky! Normally you pay a very significant upcharge over the sim_free contracts for the same service in order to cover the "free" phone. Most providers also continue to charge that rate if you don't cancel. My simfree contract now is gbp800 less, over two years, than my last one with a "free" phone!

 

[Fading Fast]

6'1" 10.5 stones. My body doesn't keep weight on and as I've gotten older and my metabolism slowed, my appetite slowed right along with it.

My dream house, in no particular order, would be Nick Carraway's bungle from the 1974 version of "The Great Gatsby," the house in 1947's "The Ghost and Mrs Muir," Commander Beech's insanely beautiful house (not the house on the hill, his little in town home) in 1944's "The Uninvited," and in going more with the above theme, I'd love to live in the original (not the post-war renovated one) police station in "Foyle's War."

 

[GHT]

in going more with the above theme, I'd love to live in the original (not the post-war renovated one) police station in "Foyle's War."

Complete with Sam driving you around in a vintage Wolesley car?

 

[Fading Fast]

Complete with Sam driving you around in a vintage Wolesley car?

Now we're getting into my fantasy world, but yes. I thought she was awesome in the show - a real fun character, a woman with spunk and quite willing to laugh at herself.

 

[ChiTownScion]

"The past is never dead. It's not even past." -- W. Faulkner.

Tempus? Fuggit.

 

[GHT]

Tempus? Fuggit.

Tempus? Fuggit. My kind of humour.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Fuggitabouddit.

 

[Touchofevil]

6'1" 10.5 stones. My body doesn't keep weight on and as I've gotten older and my metabolism slowed, my appetite slowed right along with it.
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18 stones.
My metabolism has somewhat slowed with age while my appetite is for the most part the same. Where as I used to eat as much as I wanted now that I am able to gain weight more easily, I eat less. At your weight, you will probably live a healthier and longer life.

 

[Zombie_61]

...Supermarkets sometimes release the smell of baking bread through the air systems, it's almost subliminal..... apparently it encourages us to buy...

When I was growing up the local Sears store had a snack counter. They were constantly making popcorn, and the aroma permeated the entire store. I don't know if it helped them to sell more clothes or tools or appliances, but they sure sold a lot of popcorn.

 

[Stearmen]

This is the can of “pomade” that I applied when I wore a haircut known as
a “flat-top” when I went to high school.
This was essential part of morning ritual for most guys
who wore a flat-top or crew-cut. Long sideburns like young “Presley”
on the ED Sullivan Show was not permitted by the school principle.
A trip to the boiler room & spanking with a wood paddle if you didn’t
follow the rules after being told.

Amazing is that the smelly goop is still useable.
Found it in my old dresser at my folks.
My momma kept it all these years.

The tin with aspirin tablets are so old that they will disintegrate
if I touch them.
Back then most products came with written instructions.

It’s difficult to throw away these things no matter how trivial
they may now be.

I’m just a sentimental old dog.

They don't have my hair cut. The extra big forehead!

 

[Fading Fast]

18 stones.
My metabolism has somewhat slowed with age while my appetite is for the most part the same. Where as I used to eat as much as I wanted now that I am able to gain weight more easily, I eat less. At your weight, you will probably live a healthier and longer life.

Who knows, if I was a pool of 10,000 people and not an individual, where all sorts of randomness takes over, I'd agree. My dad was a big, heavy guy, 6'4" 240 lbs and my mom was on him about his weight and how unhealthy it was all the time.

I grew up hearing words like cholesterol and triglycerides and she regularly tried to reduce his fat, red meat and fried food intake. He was diagnosed with and died of a rapidly metastasizing cancer in 6 month without his heart or circulatory system ever having given him a day of trouble. I often think how much happier he would have been if she had just let him eat what he wanted - he probably would have died the same day of the same cause.

It makes sense to at least try to be healthy - and I do - but there is so much randomness in life, that getting too obsessed over it or not allowing one to enjoy things, in moderation, doesn't make sense to me.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I had a very fast metabolism until I was 34 years old -- I weighed 120 when I got out of high school, and kept that weight for the next fourteen years no matter what i ate. And then I turned 34, and gained twenty pounds all at once, and it's been edging upward ever since. And I don't particularly care. I'm a 53 year old woman, and so far as society is concerned, I'm completely invisible. It's quite liberating -- my waistline is of consequence to nobody but myself. The only time it bothers me is when I have to let out the seams in my clothes to compensate.

I now tend to get to a certain plateau and stay there for a while before moving on to the next level. I was at 160 for several years, but after my appendectomy this spring it got up to 170, and it's stayed steady there ever since.

I get a reasonable amount of exercise at work going up and down three flights of stairs carrying heavy objects, but like Mr. Coolidge, I Do Not Choose To Run.

 

[Fading Fast]

What's weird is that my metabolism slowed like everyone else's, but so did my appetite - which seems atypical.

My girlfriend and I have been together for twenty years and she believes I eat a third / no more than half, as much as when we met. I know I eat a lot less, but it's not like I want more - my body just said, this is all you need.

The same thing has happened with my mom - she has eaten less each decade and is the same weight, at 83, as when she got married. My dad, as noted, was a completely different story. His metabolism slowed, but his appetite kept up at the old speed - like watching a great horse pull away from the second-place finisher.

 

[Trenchfriend]

What's weird is that my metabolism slowed like everyone else's, but so did my appetite - which seems atypical.

My girlfriend and I have been together for twenty years and she believes I eat no more than a third, maybe a half, as much as when we met. I know I eat a lot less, but it's not like I want more - my body just said, this is all you need.

The same thing has happened with my mom - she has eaten less each decade and is the same weight, at 83, as when she got married. My dad, as noted, was a completely different story. His metabolism slowed, but his appetite kept up at the old speed - like watching a great horse pull away from the second-place finisher.

I guess, you haven't much of that typical western prospertie's binge-eating disorders, because of less industrial sugar-consumption?

 

[tonyb]

In my early days as a heart patient I got downright obsessive about diet and exercise. Fear is a powerful motivator.

But when you wake up a couple-three thousand mornings in a row you don't let your health condition(s) constrain your daily existence quite so much.

When I started cardiac rehab I told of my strict diet to a fellow who had been in the program a good deal longer. His response was, "you call that living?"

I still seek out lower-fat foods. And of course I don't smoke. I don't drink, either, but I question how much longer I'll stay dry. I stay away from hooch not so much because of its potential ill effects on my physical well-being as its amotivational effects. I'm lazy enough as it is.

 

[LizzieMaine]

My grandmother spent the last year of her life eating nothing but tofu, which in those days came in a squishy wet block that looked like the stuff they stick flower arrangements in. No salt allowed, and very little fat. She was miserable, and I question to this day whether that last year was really worth it to her. But she was of a generation where doctors were not to be questioned, so she did what she was told, was unhappy, and died anyway.

 

[sheeplady]

In my early days as a heart patient I got downright obsessive about diet and exercise. Fear is a powerful motivator.

But when you wake up a couple-three thousand mornings in a row you don't let your health condition(s) constrain your daily existence quite so much.

When I started cardiac rehab I told of my strict diet to a fellow who had been in the program a good deal longer. His response was, "you call that living?"

I still seek out lower-fat foods. And of course I don't smoke. I don't drink, either, but I question how much longer I'll stay dry. I stay away from hooch not so much because of its potential ill effects on my physical well-being as its amotivational effects. I'm lazy enough as it is.

After cancer, I went to see a nutritionist. She said that the studies showed that any alcohol, soy, or fat would increase my risk of the cancer returning. I was allowed 15g of fat a day, if I remember right, she described that as less than a tablespoon of olive oil OR no more than 10 almonds. (Obviously, I had to choose between cooking a dish with a bit of oil or half a handful of almonds everyday. Animal products were strictly forbidden of any sort.

Two weeks in, the diet ended on one spectacular day when I ate half a jar of almonds after strictly counting out 9, which was like 300 grams of fat. (When I fail, I go big, apparently.)

Then I saw an integrative oncologist, who recommended a mediterranean diet. Mostly veggies and fruits (7 to 9 servings a day), and as much plant-based fats as I wanted, and at least 2 glasses of wine a week. She had very practical limits- chicken once a week, red meat once a month, soy once a week, eggs 4 days a week, fish three times a week, etc. That meant, given our finances (fish is expensive in the stores) a mostly vegan diet.

Now I'm mostly vegetarian, but cook most dinners vegan. Let me tell you, after the 2 weeks of 15 grams of fat I felt like I was in paradise, because I could have a greek salad once in a while.

But perhaps what upset me about the whole thing is that while my practice encouraged me to see the quack nutritionist, I had to push to see the integrative doc. (Both were in my practice.) And not only that, I was only allowed in to see the integrative doc because of my age/ seriousness of my case; meaning that a lot of people who seem the same doctors are getting sent to the quack with her 15 grams of fat!

 

[Trenchfriend]

It's so easy, to be a 99%-vegetarian. I will not change it.