When I get old I want to be “old age fluffy”. Right now I have the middle age spread. I’ve been told that it’s bad for you: and age-related hormonal changes may have something to do with it. You always hear how to fight the middle age spread. I get tired of hearing of weight loss this and weight loss that. On the other hand in my thirties I had “love handles” or the “old spare tire”. Not a big deal then because I had bigger things to worry about. I always thought people worry about weight to much... in my case what about height! But “old age fluffy” is where I want to be some day. I always worry about my peeps being too skinny and not gaining weight. That is a huge problem in the nursing homes. They even have tracking systems for weight loss and weight gain. Underweight peeps aren't good. However that is not a problem for most of my peeps. That “old age fluff” in my opinion helps break those falls. You bounce better and don’t fall with bone on a hard cement floor. When my peeps might have a fall they have a little cushion or when they fall ill they have a bounce back cushion. Don’t get me wrong I don’t want them to fall or be dangerously obese!!!! I hate the call when the nurse says, Mr. Peep fell and we are sending him to the ER for x-rays. I know I’m going to have doctors, dieticians and nutritionist say I’m crazy. But, at that age and considering where you are in life. Food and the enjoyment of eating is a quality of life. So now that I think of it I’m training to be “old age fluffy”.
I have to mention one of my quick fixes. When I’m down in the dumps I go see Reverend Peep. I think god or some divine intervention brought her to me. This is a peep who worked hard all her life. Somewhere along in her golden years she developed some dementia and Alzheimer’s. Most of her family predeceased her. The only family member remaining loaded her in a little Volkswagen with just the clothes on her back and toted her 2500 miles so I could take care of her. I say again…… so “I could take care of her”. Who else or what else would put poor Reverend Peep through that anxiety and being scared not knowing where she was. Put her through miles of dehydration, no medication regime, and most of all no one taking care of her well-being. I thank the intervention for making Reverend Peeps “worst nightmare” drop her off at our local hospital just so I could take care of her. Weekly I walk through the door at the nursing home and she is smiling at me. She looks real good. She still puts her own make up on every morning and the girls style her hair and place that little yellow flower to the side of her graying hair. She reaches out with a smile and says she is praying for me. She says she loves me and I give her a hug and I have my fix for the day.