Jul. 31, 2021

"NEVER" DOESN'T HAVE TO BE---FOREVER!

I BELIEVE IN "MAKING-UP" FOR LOST TIME.

 FOR TOO-MANY YEARS, I WAS FORCED TO AVOID CHOCOLATE.   IN THE FIFTIES, MEDICAL EXPERTS ISSUED STERN WARNINGS THAT CHOCOLATE CAUSED ACNE.

FROM CHILDHOOD, MY SENSITIVE SKIN ENDURED ENDLESS OUTBREAKS OF HIVES. AS I ENTERED MY TEENS, I SUFFERED PIMPLES THAT SOON BECAME....ACNE. IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE I BECAME BEST FRIENDS WITH THE LEADING DERMATOLOGISTS THROUGHOUT THE SOUTH.

I KNOW--- FROM EXPERIENCE--- THAT NOTHING CAUSES TEENAGERS MORE SENSITIVITY, EMBARRASSMENT, SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS, AND DEPRESSION THAN INFLAMED BUMPS CALLED PIMPLES,  ON HIS/HER FACE.

MY FACE ENDURED CORTISONE SHOTS, PAINFUL DRY ICE TREATMENTS, ICE PICK-LIKE PUNCTURES, ANTIBIOTICS, VARIOUS TOPICAL CREMES/ OINTMENTS, AND A VERY-STRICT DIET. AFTER EXPERIENCING SO MANY MEDICAL TECHNIQUES---SOME THAT WORKED AND MANY THAT DIDN'T---I COULDN'T HELP BUT FEEL LIKE A GUINEA PIG!

IN MY EARY TWENTIES, MY FATHER PAID FOR ME TO HAVE DERMABRASION IN NEW ORLEANS....BY THE VERY DOCTOR WHO 'WROTE THE BOOK' ON DERMABRASION.

BUT---IT WAS ONLY AFTER I BEGAN RUNNING AND SWEATING AT THE AGE OF 27 YEARS---I EXPERIENCED MY MIRACLE.  ALMOST OVERNIGHT--- MY RELENTLESS SKIN PROBLEMS BEGAN TO DISAPPEAR...AND I GIVE MUCH OF THE CREDIT TO "SWEATING".

NOW---AS AN ADULT WHO NO-LONGER WAKES UP WITH TEENAGE SKIN---I'M MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME BY ENJOYING CHOCOLATE.   WHO KNOWS?!?!?! TOMORROW, SOME 'EXPERT' MAY ANNOUNCE THAT CHOCOLATE CAUSES WRINKLES, SAGS, AND EYE BAGS, BUT-- FOR NOW---I'LL JUST KEEP EATING---CHOCOLATE. 

I BEGIN EACH MORNING WITH CARNATION (CHOCOLATE) INSTANT BREAKFAST IN MILK AND ALSO EAT ONE NATURE VALLEY DARK CHOCOLATE-ALMOND-PEANUT GRANOLA BAR. NO, I DON'T GET A KICK-BACK FOR PROMOTING MY FAVORITE BREAKFAST CHOICES!  I SIM{LY LOVE TO SHARE WHAT WORKS FOR ME.

IF YOU MUST KNOW--- I JUSTIFY MY EATING PREFERENCES BY WALKING, HIKING, AND EXERCISING EVERY DAY. TRUST ME--- I MEAN EVERY MORNING—WHETHER IT’S HOT OR COLD, RAINING, SNOWING, WINDY—WHATEVER---I'M UP- AND- OUT-THE DOOR!

NOTHING....NOT EVEN A BAD COLD(SOMETHING I HAVEN'T HAD IN 50 YEARS),  CAN STOP ME FROM GOING OUTSIDE...FROM MOVING MY ARMS AND LEGS, MY BODY-- TOGETHER, IN UNISON--AT A VERY-FAST PACE—FOR AT LEAST TWO TO THREE MILES.

IF YOU DOUBT ME...JUST ASK BIG-DOG-CUBBY-DOG. HE'S CLOSE-BESIDE ME...EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.

STAY CLOSE,

SALLY