© Jacquelyn Johnston, M. Ed. My friend Lynn (from yesterday’s blog) just called me, in a fit. “How can they do this to me!!!!!!” Lynn had been on her ex’s insurance, and she now had to apply for her own. It’s a weighty matter, so I’ll just get to the nitty-gritty. Lynn, as you know,
© Jacquelyn Johnston, M. Ed. Read this, then do the homework at the bottom of the blog. (Just kidding) Lynn and I were in a Toronto restaurant where you could have your food cooked right in front of you. It was a colourful place, set up to look like a farmer’s market. Instead of point
© Jacquelyn Johnston, M. Ed. It’s usually an uneventful Toronto-Vancouver flight, one I took a couple of times a year when I lived in Ontario. Just under 5 hours. This one was a little squishy. You’ll be surprised where diabesity rears its rotund head. I was alone at a window seat (oh, bliss) until the
© Jacquelyn Johnston, M.Ed.My friend Myles works in a third floor office and Sandra, in a second floor one. They had been working for the same company, and never met till one Friday evening after-work do two years into the job. Colleagues were nudging and winking so much Sandra and Myles had to ask why.
© Jacquelyn Johnston, M.Ed. Do you like trying out the foods put out in tester booths in the supermarket? As I chatted with the lady doing the display yesterday I thought: goodness, do people realize that all that food in boxes is contributing to the national diabesity epidemic? In the supermarket yesterday and the offerings
© Jacquelyn Johnston, M.Ed. Diabesity? What’s that? People ask me when I introduce myself. “Simply the meeting place of obesity and diabetes”, I explain. Maybe you know someone who’s got it. That wouldn’t be too surprising, since I walked quickly down a mall the other day and counted 10 folks visible to the naked eye!