Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Life Extension And Love

I had lunch with two buddies yesterday. One was telling how her husband told her every morning how much he loved her. I felt a twinge of envy.

Did you read the article in the NY Times yesterday (front page of science section) about how you can live lots longer if you eat a certain type of calorie restricted diet? Fascinating in so many ways–the least of which, to me, is the longevity part. It's New York magazine's cover story this week, too: The Diet To End All Diets: The radical premise of the Calorie Restriction Diet is the less you eat the longer you'll live (weight loss and better sex a bonus).

Tom had a meeting last night. Yes, on Halloween! When he called at 9:30 and said he was on his way home and hadn't eaten, I was horrified. I started going through the cabinets, trying to find something to have ready. The cupboard was bare. I thought about what I had read in the paper. I put together a Calorie Restriction Diet plate for him. (Above).

The next morning I was telling him about the article, explaining that it's exactly what I had been wondering about lately: How little one could eat, but still get enough nutrients to be really healthy. (Just in theory, of course.) I pointed out that if every evening he ate the type of dinner I made him last night, he might in fact live 40 years longer.

"But I don't want to live 40 years longer than you. So you'd have to do this, too."

It was my husband saying how much he loved me.


platitudinal said...

Linda, you are absolutely right … there are different ways to say I love you. And each man has his own style. Mine tells me that he loves me when he watches the money we (I) spent; it’s his way of making sure that I have a comfortable retirement. Or, when he tells me not to slurp my soup. It’s his way to remind me that I am a mature, classy lady. Envy no more … we have awesome husbands!

*I love how you prepare Tom’s meal. It is so French: pretty looking and petite portion.

Waterfall said...

What a dear he is! So, did Tom eat the calorie-restricted meal for his whole dinner? My husband might eat it (showing his love for me), but then he'd make himself a bologna sandwich or a burger for his "entree."