To dairy or not to dairy

Much to my chagrin, I have realized of late that I most likely have a sensitivity to dairy products. Surprisingly, I wasn’t having any stomach issues (as with lactose intolerance), but it was a combination of a few other random symptoms that clued me in. None of what I experienced was dramatic or awful, but finally, the symptom that got to me was this: Stinky Armpits. For a well-groomed, well-put-together (if I do say so myself) professional woman in America, this was just an embarrassing problem to have.

I had tried professional-strength deodorants/antiperspirants, but honestly, I only got a little relief. Plus, the product itself adhered to my clothes, so my shirts and jackets began to stink, and laundering was not getting the smell out. What a nuisance – and I was still Stinky! Not to mention that I was putting horrible chemicals in my armpits every day, which I was not happy about.

A friend of mine suggested I try giving up dairy and/or red meat, both of which are reported to cause odor problems. I don’t each much red meat, so I decided to try giving up dairy. After a week of no dairy, I think it’s done the trick. I’m sure that I’m not the only one who is glad that I smell so much better these days! (And, I switched to using a mineral salts deodorant, which is working just fine.)

I haven’t been able to find any science to back up my reasoning behind making this switch, so who knows? But it ¬†goes to show that we are all very different, and that as I Live to Be 100, I’ll need to be willing to make changes to make my life the best it can be for me.

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Death of a friend

Last week, I lost a college friend to suicide. It is such a tragedy, in so many ways. But personally, it is a tragedy for me in large part because I completely lost touch with this friend after college graduation.

I know that happens all the time, and I’m not really sure we would have ever been great friends. In fact, this particular friend used to annoy and irritate me all the time because we were very different. Or at least I thought we were very different, and so it was probably mostly my fault that we struggled to be friends.

All these years later, I realize that I should have told him how I really admired so many of his qualities: he was friendly, warm, sincere, talented, and very giving. Those things matter so much more than anything else in this life.

I hope I learned something from this experience. Starting today, I’m going to reach out to some old friends to let them know how precious they are. There is just no point in waiting until they are gone to remember the good things. And there is really no point in holding on to the memories of stuff that’s not so good, and probably not very important at all anyway.