First of all, the music today is setting the tone for my story (in case you think I'm getting zen on you).
So, if you check in from time to time, you know that I'm trying really hard to keep up with my 2008 Resolutions. And my most important one has been to try to be really open to learning in all areas, to be more humble, and to be more willing to hear others--before I just use my own noodle all of the time to live life same-old-same-old.
This week I was reading a book that suggested finding out your "real age"--as part of determining how healthy you are (or aren't).
And, as luck would have it, you can Google this test and find it online in about a nano-second. (Even better, Oprah recommends the test on her website, so you can access it there, too. Dave cracked me up this week--"Oprah's website is a portal to the universe.")
So of course, I took the test. Takes about 15 minutes. You have to know a little about yourself--cholesterol, heart rate, sleep habits, food intake, vitamin info, etc., but after you've taken said-test, you get your "REAL AGE"--the age your body is (not what the Roman Calendar declares).
Well, it takes up to two hours for the results. They have to calculate some magical algorithm. And the whole time I'm thinking, I'm Mormon for heaven sakes--I am probably an infant compared to other people roaming the earth. I don't drink. Don't smoke. I eat JELLO as a treat, people.
But do you know how old I am?
OLDER than anyone I know (besides my parents). For real. Fo sho. Uh-huh.
I'm over 38!!!!!! (My first test showed me at 40, but I'd listed my pulse rate at double the norm--error in taking it; and I'd reversed my cholesterol numbers so that I looked like a bottle of oil and vinegar salad dressing.)
Wow! Talk about a bummer weekend. LOL! I spent the whole weekend reading labels, asking people how old they were, looking online for the fountain of youth . . . .
So NOW, in addition to my already ambitious 2008 New Year's Resolutions, I have had to add a whole health section of resolutions (work out, take vitamins, sleep more, eat veggies and fruits . . . floss!). I'm dying.
Sheesh!
Want your own reality check? http://www.realage.com/
Oh, and don't email me with your real age unless you are older than me. Kalisi and Kindra--you just wait. In 90 days, after my "NEW ME" fitness routine, I'll be in my 20s, too.
