Quantity verses quality

I am branching out from the very strict eating regime I've used to lose 75 pounds. Today I had a donut at the Donut Experiment, and it was very good! I met some friends at a southwestern grill the other night and am meeting friends for breakfast twice in the next week and just had coffee with some other friends yesterday. But at home, I still stick to my veggies, salad, and eggs. I volunteer two days a week, so I get out around people anywhere from two to six times a week and my daughter and I find different places to walk every Sunday.

People in my family tend to either live a very long time, or die young, but their quality of life has not been particularly promising.

They seem to equate work with the highest quality of life and often have no life after work. I have always felt work should be interesting and lend itself to leading a fascinating life.

I have to love what I am doing. No matter what it is. If . . . I intend to keep doing it.

Children go out every day looking for new things to do. That's the difference between living a long time and LIVING a long time. Not only do I need a reason to get out of bed, I need one not to go back to bed -- or just to sleep.

Everything evolves, but there is no reason for it to evolve into some sort of stagnant cesspool. My job is to keep me alive and active and interested.