lpnmajor wrote:
I worked as a nurse in nursing homes a time or two and was always disgusted by the "diets" some of my patients were on. A "no added salt" meal is unpalatable, so my patients lost weight and were frequently ill. I added salt on the sly and fixed the problem. Someone told on me, so when I was called on the carpet for it, I said " these people are already locked up in old folks prison. Torturing them by making them eat crap, is a violation of their civil rights. If they die a little earlier because they ate salt, but enjoyed their remaining days a little more, who's to complain? " I got fired anyway for "violating facility protocol".
My point is, find your joy where you can. Eat what you want, but in moderation. We're going to die anyway, we might as well go out happy.
I worked as a nurse in nursing homes a time or two... (
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"Healthy eating", seems to have become an oxymoron of late.
Almost everything that we eat or drink, seems to have some form of dangerous aspect to its makeup. How can we feel safe in placing anything in our mouths, when it al is genetically modified, or full of poisons which were added in order to "protect" the food while it was growing in the ground?
I asked my great-grandfather, (who lived to be 106 years of age!) how he did it. He said: "I made love when I wanted to, to whoever would let me, of course; I ate everything I ever wanted to eat, I drank whiskey, everyday, (sometime too much! ;)) and I never listened to rules that seemed to make no sense to me!"
The day before he dies; he and his thirty-five year old girlfriend; made love, went bicycling, and he ate a steak dinner. After all of this; he called the family around him, gave them all a kiss an lecture on living happily.
He said that he had done everything he ever wanted to do. He thanked his girlfriend for allowing him to "REALLY" enjoy his last day. Told us that he would only see the sun rise one more time; asked his girlfriend if his last night, would be able to compare to his last day, and ate a big bowl of ice cream.
he told us a lot more about his life, and our family. Around ten that night, he told us he was ready to get his "last night of humanity, over with"; took his girlfriend by the hand, said his goodnights, and went up to his room.
he woke up, watched the sunrise, drank a glass of whiskey, "Basil Hayden's" and went to his death, in his favorite rocking chair, while holding his favorite dog in his lap.
The man, knew how to live, so of course, he died on his own terms.
Not story; a truthful account, of how a 106 y/o man, lived it his own way.
I hope I have a lot of that old-man, in me.