I’m trying to do the right thing for my body. Turning sixty brings freedom from peer pressure and the satisfaction to do what’s best for me.

I don’t eat as much as I used to but I noticed I really love good food; food with taste, literally. Many « new «  foods are lacking taste.

My morning has to start with good food. My taste buds are so happy to anticipate the delicious breakfast that it influences my mood all day. Good food means a happy disposition.