Brushing my teeth: I remember something about how regular flossing and using an electric toothbrush can extend your life for up to 3 years. Flossing.com boasts "...may even save your life."
Reading Women's Health: Almost every article mentions cancer. How coffee can prevent certain types. Well, my dad's trips to Starbucks didn't seem to help. Okay okay, that's a low blow. I'm feeling low.
Watching a documentary on longevity: Gary Null is a lunatic who peddles his wares on unsuspecting people. Deluding them into thinking he can help them live to 130 years of age and beyond. Okay, even if this is true, what makes him think living to 130 has an advantage to dying at a "normal" age? At 130 - everyone you've ever known is dead because you were probably the only one crazy enough to go through so much rigamarole to eat and exercise according to Gary's plan while everyone else was out drinking and eating cherry pies. Yumm!
Searching for blogs about grief: inexplicably sad or creepy. Am I one of those people now?
Why is everything I do suddenly shadowed by death? It's not as eerie as it sounds. I'm not miserable all the time. I mean, I break down crying here and there and I feel like a piece of my heart was torn out forever...but I'm back working full time, go to the gym, still doing my hair and makeup, buying cute dresses at Anthropologie, planning home improvements, hanging out with my husband. Doing all the things I thought were important before my dad died. And oh yeah, blogging incessantly about his death.
Normal as can be.
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