Healthy Living for 2016

I apologize for my website not being all it should be.


My plan was to advise people how to get the most bang for their buck, hence the “Po” in Girl and that’s real poor.  I’ve lived in poverty and near poverty most of my life and actually have done alright.  I’m not some yuppie trying to look cool making things up as I go along of what might work.  I wanted to be writing relevant things to really help people in their day-to-day lives trying to get the best price for various things as well as what to look out for, especially nowadays.


Most of my life, I ate very sensibly and healthy.  My childhood was near starvation but after I was married I made healthy meals that were good for my family, a lot of it from our own garden, and it wasn’t until I hit around 50 years of age that I began a slow decline into the typical American diet in some ways.  Fighting hormonal mood swings and unhappiness with my life, which was completely different from clinical depression.

I describe the difference with feeling bad and clinical depression as this.  Clinical depression is someone with a wonderful life.  Loving husband and semi-normal kids, good report from the Doctor.  You live in a nice neighborhood, belong to the PTA and drive the latest car and something’s missing inside of you, you are miserable, maybe even bitchy and weepy, to me you have an ungrateful heart.  The Doctor would say depression, maybe.  Or maybe you don’t know just how bad, bad can be.

The unhappy person is the one that was born to a severely dysfunctional family, neglected and abused, they are not welcome or invited to hang out with higher society than the drunks that live in their neighborhood.  You end up marrying someone else from your side of the tracks and he stays out all night drinking and you don’t have the money to pay the rent, your car breaks down when you walk the rest of the way home the landlord is waiting for you.  You don’t have enough money to buy your groceries, let alone pay the rent.  You are not depressed to feel like shit.  You should feel like shit, this is normal.  In fact if you felt good with a life like this, you might be ready for the nut house.

The latter of the two scenarios best describes my life, but my ex-husband was not a drinker and I will leave it at that.  Suffice to say to those that live in dangerous neighborhoods or with dysfunctional family members usually have a hard time shining.  Ugly angry people do not like anyone that shines.  Their very nature is to try to put that light out.  Why do you think evil does what it does on a grander scale nowadays?

I try to keep my site lighter and more about the financial or social welfare of the individual and is to cover deeper issues of the day.

I am debating if I want to keep both sites or even blog at all lately.  I was forced to move to an area I am not that familiar with because of a pending foreclosure on my home.  I could have stayed legally until the 16th of this month, but was out at the beginning of October of last year.  I had to jump at the first apartment that was available so I would have somewhere to go that I could afford and wanted to live in.  There are lots of cheap places in bad or dangerous neighborhoods, but thankfully, now that I am older, I have more options with government subsidies and found all the cheap places in small towns.  Even though I still have friends that live in Detroit, my actual hometown, I don’t really like to go there anymore.  I won’t say that to them, but nowadays you never know what’s going to happen and I steer clear of areas where there is a higher incidence of robberies, shootings and jackings.

Healthy living is not just about eating right and exercising, not doing drugs, smoking or drinking to excess, it’s about thinking before you act.  Not driving with someone else who’s had a few too many, not texting and driving, not going to bad areas where you may or may not come out alive.  It’s also about being aware of your surroundings shopping near your home in a good neighborhood.  It’s about seeing what’s going on in a store or building you are working in or doing business in.  You need to look around for people that are behaving oddly or maybe where they shouldn’t be?  Any bags or packages left where they don’t belong?  Some became aware of this after the Boston bombings, but I was made aware of that when I worked in the branches of a bank years ago a mysterious, unmarked packages were left in the lobby once in a while.

I mentioned about looking around when you are shopping because of an ex-employee of a Family Dollar Store in Dearborn Michigan that I lived near and worked part-time near that was robbed and the two kids there were both murdered in 2013.  Not sure how many heard of this story.  The young man was shot in the store and they found the young woman manager’s body a couple of days later not far from there.  This was a store I shopped at and I could have walked in the night this was about to go down, anyone could have, and been involved or shot ourselves.  I think they believe he came in when the store was still open for business.  I worked that day and broke my glasses.  I was going to stop at that store on the way home to get another pair, pretty good price and decent quality for reading glasses.  I forgot to and didn’t remember again until after my dinner.  It was about 7:30 pm and I was about to get dressed and drive down, but said forget it, I’ll do it tomorrow.  That was around the time, or right before, that murderer entered the store.  You just never know


Now onto nutrition.  When I was a child we didn’t have sweets and junk food sitting around our house, thank God.  They didn’t even have fast food places until I was a young teenager, not that we could have afforded such a swank place as McDonald’s.  My mother did the best she could with what little she had.  My dad had to have his drinking money.  That’s the one common denominator with most of the poor I’ve known.  They got to have those vices.  I don’t know if they have poor impulse control or they have such deep issues, they don’t believe they can overcome so they numb.  There are some like me that don’t have these issues, but they were kept down by their history of abuse which destroys the self-esteem as well as what I think of those that think they are better.  I don’t care for people who are like this and therefore it did not make me want to work my way up to their ranks, even though I did because of my good work ethics.  I did not live their lifestyle but put my money to better use in savings for a rainy day and helping others.  Not what so many do when they earn the big bucks and get a fancier car or waste it on expensive clothing or jewelry.

Christmas Breakfast 1960. I was nine sitting center back. Judging by how happy we all look, my dad was probably drinking and acting up as usual.

My entire childhood our meals were cold cereal for breakfast with milk, our mother packed our lunch which consisted of a sandwich, one piece of fruit, usually an apple, and two cookies.  My mother could make 5 sandwiches with one 5 oz. can of tuna spread thin with mayo.  Either that or peanut butter and jelly.  We used to ask mom if she was going to be making us peanut butter and jelly casserole for dinner, we got so sick of them.  Our dinners were sometimes Chili or Spaghetti but most of the time she took one pound of ground beef and made 8 patties, there were 7 of us and dad could have two, she deep-fried in oil and fried sliced potatoes the same way with way too much salt added.  No desserts.  I can remember once in a blue moon we were allowed to have a few potato chips in a bowl and a small glass of pop for a treat.  Odd treat, but my dad liked this stuff.  Pop and chips were really marketed to the American public.  I know that I was very shocked to see just how many families that paid with food stamps did not have pop, chips and all manner of junk food in their carts.  I thought they either have the worst diet on the planet or they are using this free money to buy their snacks here.

As a young teen, I pretty much stopped eating breakfast altogether.  Later, in high school, I started skipping lunch.  They opened a coffee shop almost next to the high school and some of us went over there at lunch, even though we were supposedly not allowed to, for coffee and a cigarette.  Yes I used to smoke for about 5 years, ages 16-21.  As soon as I became pregnant with my first child, I quit permanently.  About the only meal I ate was my tiny dinner.  I never liked food and for good reason.  I didn’t really have any, not anything to enjoy.  My mother was never a good cook and later on I was sure that she deliberately burned and over salted everything to show what she thought of us.  Nothing was ever done with love in our home and hence we never equated food with pleasure or love.  Later on most of my siblings became morbidly obese because in a sense when they finally tasted good food, they began killing themselves with kindness.  The only time I overeat is when I am angry and frustrated.  I’m sure they may feel the same.  Severely abused children really never get over it.

Most of my meals as an adult were fairly simple and I was always one to shop on the “outside” of the store.  No one had to tell me to do this.  That’s where the meat and fresh produce usually are.  Also the bakery if they have one.  I’m sure someone will finally realize they need to redesign the grocery store to put the real food in the middle, or better yet, at the end of one long isle where you have to pass all kinds of unhealthy temptations first.

My husband wanted eggs and toast for breakfast.  We sometimes had bacon or sausage with that.  Sundays were sausage and pancake day before church.  Later when I divorced, I gave my children an egg once in a while, but we mostly had cold cereal and toast.  For years I had 1/2 C cottage cheese and a hard-boiled egg with some oatmeal.  I later changed the cottage cheese to plain, nonfat yogurt.  I only eat one egg 2 or 3 times a week instead of daily.  I love peanut butter on low sodium toast and add a little tera’s whey, plain unsweetened, to 1/4 C plain nonfat yogurt for added protein.  Never more than one scoop.

My lunch is anything left over that needs to be eaten.  Sometimes I will put chicken into a sandwich that I pile lots of lettuce leaves and sometimes tomato on.  If no leftover chicken, I will used salmon or tuna.  I do not eat peanut butter and jelly and stopped making my own jellies and jams many years ago.  Even with my backyard berry bushes, I either ate them fresh or made a sauce with much lower sugar.  I love peanut butter on toast or a spoon or in one of those Reese’s cups!

My dinners are almost always around a piece of meat, 3-5 oz of usually chicken or fish.  Sometimes turkey meatloaf.  Once in a great while I eat beef.  Not a fan.  Love chicken or salmon.  I would serve baked potatoes or plain rice and numerous vegetables and salad, much of this from our garden.  My late mother-in-law taught me to grow all kinds of interesting things.  She let me use her yard to grow peanuts because she had sandy loam and my soil was amended thick clay that I hand dug the first year when my husband and I won the bid on a repaired HUD home.  Didn’t want to bother bidding on the cheaper ones that needed repairs of all kinds.

Suffice to know healthy eating is lower fat, sugar, sodium and any kind of additives that are not naturally in a food.  Common sense, right?  Don’t fry your foods, bake or roast them.  Some experts say the charring from grilling can cause cancer.  It just tastes bad to me.  I have typically steamed my vegetables or I will stir fry in part butter or olive oil and water.  I eat almost all vegetables fresh, sometimes frozen.  I have almost never used canned unless someone gave it to me for some reason.  I put very little dressing on my salads and sometimes none.  Taking any good food and adding too much stuff to it will defeat your purpose.  I do defeat my healthy diet all the time by having a big bowl of ice cream or a piece of cake after dinner.  I love cake now.  Didn’t used to.  Cake is high in both sugar and sodium.  I have managed to find some healthier alternatives to ice cream with frozen yogurt and gelato.  Always, read your labels.  They are very different and some much higher in sugar than others.  This is with all food that has them.  I cannot believe the difference in nutrition in foods that seem the same.

For this reason, recipes are a waste unless you want to use one for fun.  Most foods do not need recipes because they should be cooked and eaten as plainly as possible.  All these television cooks are for the birds.  I see the salt and sugar they put into their dishes.  Spices and some herbs are a whole nother story.  They can be great.  Give your food a good flavor and some believe in added health benefits of ginger, turmeric and so on.  I am not an expert on herbs anymore and I don’t like making claims that this is good for that and so on.  I eat things that make sense to me.  I regularly add ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, coriander, cumin, paprika and turmeric to many of my dishes and my favorite herbs are thyme, marjoram and sweet basil.  I have many others I use on occasion and like to make curries.  For me curry is not as hot as when I try to eat peppers.  I don’t care for black pepper either and never add this to my cooking.  It bothers my stomach.



I am not going to waste your time on this site by posting any actual exercises.  There are many of them and most movement is good for you.  The main thing to remember is walking is the best exercise and most natural. We need to be sure to use the upper body to maintain strength as we age. Exercising with small weights can help. As an ex-dancer and dance teacher, I know what a great work out dancing is.
Anyone who has seen Dancing With The Stars can see how many of the contestants lose weight while on the show.  Belly Dancing is a sensual way to become attune to your body as you tone it! It is important not to overdo any exercise and check with your Dr. if you have any health issues or are obese before you try anything strenuous.
Working out with others gives people more incentive. You might try checking out your local school’s continuing education programs for any dance or fitness classes that seem reasonable.  Don’t become obsessive about the latest diet or exercise, you need to find a way to move in everything that you do, to incorporate exercise, so you don’t feel like it is something you have to do, it is something your body wants to feel.  The glorious feeling of being stretched and relaxed, not worn out.  Something like yoga is good.

When you go out looking for a gym or a class, don’t let anyone high pressure you into signing any contracts.  Some will.  See if they offer at least one free or low cost class to see if you like it first.  I know so many that sign up for gyms and never end up going.  What a waste of money!

Exercise can never be overrated but it’s not something you have to rigidly schedule.  You do need to be regular when it comes to moving.  Just sitting around for a day or two causes your body to weaken.

Your overall fitness and health depends more on exercise or lack thereof, then your diet when it comes to weight loss and muscle tone.

As long as you are not actually overeating, taking in more calories than you burn and eating really bad, fatty foods, you should be able to eat what you want in reasonable portion sizes and be able to lose or maintain your weight if you move enough.

I knew people that never did structured exercise in their life, but between gardening, having very clean houses, taking occasional walks
and going out dancing once a week, they had great figures even with their healthy appetites.  You never want to be sloth-like, laying or
sitting around all the time.  It is dangerous to lose so much muscle tone, as well as potentially causing blood clots to form.
The more muscle you lose, the more cellulite appears in its place.  Ask any ex-dancer!

“Exercise” taken from “Come On, Move It” January 2, 2013.

I recently took one of those Cardio Drumming classes that are all the rage.  Be careful of jumping on any popular exercise craze.  Didn’t stop to think that I have mild arthritis and that holding large sticks in my hands and beating them on those rubber like balls would take its toll on my wrist as well as finger joints so be careful.  Try to think out any exercise plan well.  It was a lot of fun, but never again.  It’s not for me.  Plus I swear I could taste residue from those beaten balls, which would make perfect sense.  We all got pretty dry.

Running is another craze for the moment and give it some time before fewer people will injure their body by this form of exercise.  Running is hard on the knees and feet especially.   Nice cardio, but brisk walking does the same, with less joint damage.




Daily Prompt: Teen Age Idol


Polaroid of me and some of the gang late 1960's
Polaroid of me and some of the gang late 1960’s

I really wanted to be a groupie so bad!  I was sort of one when I was very young.  At age 12 the Beatles came on the scene.


I was a Beatlemaniac, as they called us back then.  Saw all the movies and bought the 16Magazine and Tiger Beat and any other rag mag I could afford that wrote up articles on them.  Next to them was the Herman’s Hermits!  I loved Peter Noone!

My grandmother was secretary to the editor of the Detroit Free Press and she knew lots of photographers and journalists and since I used to go down there all the time from the time I was a child, I got to know some of them as well.  Knowing the right people got be behind the scenes some places and I managed to collect quite a number of autographs behind stage at some concerts.  That was so cool!  Got to meet the Herman’s Hermits when I was 14 and then spoke to Peter Noone again in my hometown of Dearborn at a concert there a few years ago where he gave me his person email address so I could send him pictures of that 1965 concert I attended.

I am posting a couple of these pictures taken by Dick Tripp, and then just a few snapshots of my part of an album I have with concert tickets, autographs and photos taken by me and by the professional photographers that got them for me.  Tony Spina became a well-known photographer and he gave me some of the Beatles photographs he took.  Another photographer gave me some film he that he was not happy with of the Beatles in concert that I printed up and was thrilled.  I may decide one day to post all the copyrighted pictures I have with more stories later.  Not sure how many are interested in 1960’s pop music anymore.  I plan on writing a little anecdote on how I met them and got their various autographs!

Daily Prompt: Sink or Swim?

So is a little thing like your life considered an overwhelming situation?

Funny that I have felt for so long like I have been dog paddling trying to survive in my life.  I never seem to get anywhere so it’s not like I am actually swimming.  With God’s help I have not sunk yet, but the older I get the more tired I become.

Most people have some kind of family support in their lives, but this has never been my case and I don’t say this to feel sorry for myself.  I come from a severely dysfunctional family of many secrets, but it helped me to become the strong woman I am.  It is very had being related to a family of mentally ill substance abusers because you never hear from anyone unless they need something.  None were ever in a position to help me and I dealt with that by shutting down emotionally and just kept swimming pretending that I was not dying inside.  I lied, because I died.

Now at least I can forgive myself for not making it to my imagined finish line that I drew for myself in my life because of the lovely surprise of our mortgage meltdown just a few years after finally purchasing my own home.  I think that was one of the finish anchors that finally told me to give up, I can’t win for losing.

Po Girl has to shine because she has no choice.  Jesus said he would never leave or forsake those that follow Him and I believe Him.  Good folk don’t usually cotton to those from the wrong side of the track as well as having to live in an all white neighborhood and our family is racially mixed though most of us look pretty white as far as that goes.  I was not allowed to play with a lot of the little white kids, I would get chased home even though I played very nicely with the other children.  It wasn’t until things were even pointed out to me about racial differences or skin colors that I even noticed I was a little darker than the other kids, especially in the summer when I was very dark, but that’s another blog post.


My outcome is that I will never give up because I don’t know how, thanks to God, and I still believe in miracles and following the Golden Rule.



Weekly Photo Challenge Daily Prompt: Circle at Midnight


This post is two birds.


I was home this New Years, in bed sleeping peacefully in the quiet country.  So unlike my New Years Eves in the city where everyone was setting off fireworks and shooting guns, hopefully into the sky.

God bless everyone and wishes for a safe and happy 2016.