my metabolism. It’s that time of year and all the new diet books and chit chat shows are just giving me too much credit but thanks. The latest book says if you fast for twelve hours a day you’ll lose weight. Call me crazy here but don’t most people do that?? If you have dinner at seven, twelve hours will pass until you eat again or am I missing out on that luscious 4am snack? Of course there’s always that evening binge or those glasses of Chardonnay that majically appear in my hand well into the evening, but on a whole I’d say I’m generally into a fourteen hour fast and nothin. The obit on my metabolism was written long ago. Nothing gets better with age except your perception of how wonderful you used to be. I joined Weight Watchers for the first time when I was eighteen and have been a member most of my adulthood. There are those who might think that is a failed relationship but au contraire. They continue to be my best buddy and have not overestimated my metabolism, relationships, common sense, and get my love/need/want for food. Every diet works. (Okay maybe not that dumb twelve hour fast thing). But I think the Boomlennial has finally conceded that we need to live life. Which of course includes being healthy and digging chocolate and trying our best to keep all the bad things at bay. WW has grown and evolved with me, which includes doing your homework and not being complacent, and being a very good Boomlennial. Once you stop fighting there ceases to be a war. Mindfulness. A very good word which makes me feel very Oprahesque and not the one yelling during award shows but the old school one that pulled a wagon of fat across the stage. Being in the moment. Making thoughtful decision. Even the bad ones. Very Boomlennialesque.