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Thursday, May 26, 2011

how old are you really?

ok, so i was reading this random nonsense on a news site. i'm not so sure how and why its meant to work or what all it means, but in the name of random i decided to post it. according to this "test" my "body age" is 32. that's 2 years than i am.

"London - You don’t need to wait for the £400 (about R4 500) telomere test - just take our eight-point quiz to work out how well your body is ageing.
To do the calculation, start with your actual age now and add or subtract years for every “yes” answer.

If you score “younger” than your real age, that means your telomeres are in good shape for a long and healthy life.

1: Do you exercise for at least 45 minutes three or more times a week? Subtract five years.

2: Do you smoke? Add ten.

3: Do you drink four or more units of alcohol (two glasses) a day. Add seven.

4: Do you sleep for between seven and nine hours most nights? Subtract five.

5: Does your waist measure less than 91cm (male) or less than 81cm (female)? Subtract five.

6: Do you take a daily supplement of 3,000mg or more of omega 3 fish oil? Subtract five.

7: Generally speaking, are you happy? Subtract seven.

8: Do you eat fried foods more than twice a week? Add three. - Daily Mail"

Monday, May 9, 2011

ROAD TO RECOVERY

I have been so quiet on blogs of late. Of course there are reasons for it all. I dont want to go too much into it, but here I'm posting a poem written by a lady I know. I think she is an awesome writer and beautiful person and this poem really brings it all together.

For the heartbroken kids out there, it will get better.

ROAD TO RECOVERY

The vehicle is not destroyed, sweet child,
your view has simply been distorted;
it is a small crack,
like a hairline in the windshield glass.

Drive slowly,
stop often to rest and look around you.

Breathe, refuel.

The journey will take its own twists,
make yourself supple for the winding road.

If you get lost I will come for you,
no matter the height of the moon,
nor the nearness of morning.

I promise you this.

©Cindy Taylor 2008