Young@Heart: The Book That Changed FlyLady’s Life

I ran into a Flybaby at the airport in Boston. How could I miss her, she had a FlyLady office in a bag, was wearing purple and she was working at her “mobile desk.” I went over to her and said, “I recognize your office in a bag, have you read Sink Reflections?”

Fifteen minutes later she ran out of breath from espousing her joy and gratitude for FlyLady! Then she asked me if I was a Flybaby and I said, “Well, not exactly, but I’m the reason you’re one.” She looked a little confused so I told her this story.

My sister and I wrote a book called Sidetracked Home Executives: from pigpen to paradise in 1977. We were slobs (SLOB stands for Spontaneous, Lighthearted, Optimistic and Beloved) and we reformed. That little book was the first “get organized” book on the market written by two people who had been desperately disorganized and turned the situation around 180 degrees. It was an overnight success (well it took about a year) and we were whisked around the country to appear on hundreds of television and radio shows. We met stars and got to play with Oprah many times, who, by the way, is a SHE (Sidetracked Home Executive).

Then we wrote a book called The Sidetracked Sister’s Happiness File and that’s how FlyLady comes onto the scene. That book is about using 3×5 cards to help a person be happier. Marla was reading that book in bed with her now ex-husband, when she started giggling. Her husband said, “What’s so funny?” So she read the excerpt to him (I’ll include it in this Young@Heart) and he said, “That’s not funny at all, that’s disgusting.”

She realized at that moment that this marriage was not working; that this man didn’t have a sense of humor and she divorced soon after “the reading.” I know this story because Marla called our office sometime in the early 90s, I happened to answer the phone and she told me what had happened. We’ve been friends for almost 30 years and we’ve helped each other and lifted each other up throughout the time we’ve been blessed to know each other. Our mutual selflessness has given us both an ability to help disorganized women learn to be organized not to please someone else, but to please themselves. Our message has always been laced with love and gratitude and that’s what has fed our friendship.

Now I’ve told you that my book changed Marla’s life in a drastic way, but Marla turned around and changed, not only my life but my husband’s life in a drastic way! Almost four years ago, I received a book in the mail as a surprise gift from Marla. It was entitled, Why We Get Fat and What We Can Do About It, by Gary Taubes. That book put us on the most healthful track we could ever be on! Because of that book, we don’t count calories, we don’t gain weight AND we are happier! Yes, that’s one of the main changes that happened when we began a high fat, low carbohydrate diet. Probably because we are NEVER hungry so we aren’t starving our brains of the nutrients a high fat diet gives them.

I did have to get a new physician who understands the science behind a Paleo diet and she told me that when we eat more fat our brains thrive! She also believes that the epidemic of Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s and dementia are directly related to the low fat craze mainstream medicine and our government has pushed down our throats since the 60s.

So I can say, “Because of Marla we have no sugar in our house,” (except for a one-pound box that’s nowhere near empty, for when company wants sugar in tea or coffee). (I did have a very small piece of wedding cake a couple years ago and I had a hangover like I had in my younger days of drinking too much.)

Thank you FlyLady!!!! Oh, here’s that excerpt:

We [my sister and I] spent a lot of our time in our room. We avoided having to go downstairs, because when Mom would see us, she’d think of things for us to do…like housework. We invented ways to stay self-contained upstairs. Having no bathroom up there posed a problem until we thought of using the window. We opted for the windowsill above the dining room, facing the secluded canyon. Sitting on the edge with our feet outside the window, we watched the trickles as they flowed down the mossy sloping roof out of sight. Our parents never knew until years later, when Dad installed a TV antenna on the roof and was puzzled by the two distinct paths carved out of the green moss. He told Mom that it was strange that the moss was only dead in two strips.

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