Looking back, I have always been healthy my entire life. Aside from getting the right amount of sleep each night, rarely over-eating, and some pure luck, I attribute this primarily to some simple habits that were instilled in me by my mother at home and by teachers at grade school.
One of those main secrets (habits), which is no secret at all, has been to always keep my hands clean. I would not think of touching food until after having washed my hands thoroughly with soap, otherwise known as germicides. Just in case there is no place to wash hands, I always carry a sanitizer, too.
When traveling, I keep handy some snacks that are individually wrapped and ensure that I “push out” only a bite-size portion so that I do not need to touch it directly at all.
The only times I was hospitalized were when I was ready to give birth to our two sons. In other words, it was never due to an illness caused by germs on my hands.
At my age, the time left here on this earth will be much shorter than how long I have been blessed to live so far.
Sometimes, in the middle of reading a book, I stop and wonder, “Aren’t there things I’m supposed to have to get done?” Then I remind myself that I am retired and that I need not do anything that I don’t want to do.
That said, I continue to do house chores on daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, semi-annual, and annual schedules, which I do not mind. It forces me to move around, which is much healthier than no exercise at all. It is nice to be at the stage of life where I am the only person to whom I am accountable. Come to think of it, it has been this way for the last quarter century since I left the corporate world — to run my own business.
Life is good.
