Sixty-one, teach language arts to alternative school seventh and eighth graders and collect data for a retail merchandising concern. A husband (she also teaches, but fifth graders), three children (FL, TN, CA) and two grandchildren (CA). My primary struggle is focus. Not focus to control but focus to be always aware-what I eat, how much I eat, what I am doing right now. Don't care about the non-existent future but gratefully infected with haphazard curiosity. For me, weight gain (or loss or neither) is as much spiritual as physical. I eat a bowl of ice cream while watching baseball and reading "The Lives of Animals," or I just eat a bowl of ice cream. Same calories in, right? For me, though, one is a trough activity and the other a spiritual exercise in total awareness. A Zen student, to save a few minutes sleep time before his four a.m. meditation session, brushes his teeth and pees at the same time. An older monk replies,"Your teeth are still dirty and you have piss on your feet." My first lesson in multitasking. When I cook, I cook. When I eat, I eat. And lastly, I am not nearly so good as I sound.