With all the invasive and noninvasive procedures available in the market, looking old is almost a sin. But there are...
One day, scientists may find a way to alter our genes so that our bodies could have a stronger immune system. Or to slow down our inner biological clock. But until that day comes, we need to take action now.
Filipinas take pride in looking younger than their age, such that several years after specialized anti-aging creams were first introduced here, still only two percent of the population use an anti-aging product—a figure unchanged since 2008.
My tummy always behaved. For four decades, I surmise. Entirely disciplined, looking out for itself. It knew it would get a severe aria of scolding if it misbehaved.
We work hard to improve our lifestyle because we want to age gracefully, stay healthy and live life to the fullest. We do not want to limit our potential because we want to do more things like travel, meet more people, try delicious foods, share our knowledge with the community, and enjoy the most important people in our lives.
I am turning 82, and I thought I should be truthful and update my column head. My friend, Robert Alejandro, once thought it a good idea to open a Facebook or Fan Page or whatever you call it, for his old computer-illiterate friend. I haven’t stopped blaming him. Lately I even learned that one grandchild has been answering that Facebook for me! Dreadful!
Before middle age—do not fear! After middle age—do not regret! Enjoy your life while you can!
Today is the moment. And now is the time to take action. The population of the world is aging at a rapid rate. And according to a 2011 research paper from the Harvard School of Public Health, there will be close to a billion people over the age of 60 by 2020, doubling to nearly two billion by 2050.
She’s the other celebrity doctor whose billboard you won’t find anywhere on Edsa. Dr. Aivee Aguilar-Teo has quite an impressive list of celebrity and high-profile clients. But when asked to name them, the affable doctor simply giggles and wouldn’t let on, even with a nod. But neither does she deny nor disown the presumed cosmetic work done on those personalities.
The measuring stick told me that I had grown two inches shorter! Then my leg began to hurt. Soon I had to go for my shrinking backbone to the hospital at the corner for rehab. “Drug addict ka, lola?” asked my grandson. I glared at him.
