Originally Posted by
linberl
"But very few have shared with me how much they enjoyed denying themselves. But that is just from my experiences and how they effected me."
Exactly. I figured out in my thirties that the things I would think about when sitting in my rocker, going off my rocker (haha), as I got older did NOT include how much overtime I made, my workplace evaluations, or how fast I climbed that ladder. I realized I would think about family and friends first, then places I'd been and the associations with those places (food, drink, great times). Strangely enough, that was a gift from having cancer. Very few of us die without any regrets, but I'd like to at least avoid the ones I can address at this point in my life. So - bring on the butter! It took me the first 5 years of my retirement to reach a point where I don't feel guilty spending on myself. A weekly treat isn't going to kill me but it sure can make me smile.
As the saying goes, I hear you brother. Mine was after I was out one day climbing rollers with the young guys. Pushed to the top of a 2200 foot climb running in about third and smiling that I could still get my HR up to almost 180 without throwing up. At the top of the roller I felt a little funny so I took it easy getting home. Mine was a heart problem and I was told 180 was way too fast for my age. Now it is travel a bit, experience new foods. Spend time with loved ones. Some mountain biking and a little fixed gear now and then. Maybe try an hot air balloon. Got to try a glider/sail plane. Did some off road rock climbing. Got a chance to try an off shore race boat. Now I spend time visiting Native American reservations and learning about their food choices. Yes I like fry-bread. .