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"After reading the best selling novel Eat Pray Love, I know these things to be absolutely true:   That book, though a teeny bit too long for my hummingbird brain, was one of the best books I&amp;#039;d read in years. Sassy, funny, poignant and irreverent all at once, Elizabeth Gilbert writes about a bad divorce, and how she eventually finds love again by eating and praying her way through Italy, Indonesia and Bali.  I am not a candidate for the yoga Gilbert so masterfully describes.  I am a candidate for the relaxation found through enlightenment, and while I won&amp;#039;t be joining an ashram anytime soon, my old couch and an episode of Oprah does the trick just fine.   Five minutes into a show, my stress level goes down. Let Oprah work the crowd and be all fabulous with her awesome hair and funky outfits. Let her save the world and educate us on everything from puppy mills to pregnant men (Love you, Oprah!) As for me, I&amp;#039;m happy in my mama sweats unwinding with food that would make Dr. Oz have a coronary. (Well, Dr. Oz would probably never have a coronary because he eats so darn well, but you get the point.)   With relaxation I feel my best. When I feel my best, I get my groove on. When I get my groove on, I get turned on. And when I&amp;#039;m turned on, I don&amp;#039;t have to kick Rex off of me. It&amp;#039;s all very spiritual \u2013 this television and sex connection.   The last Oprah episode I caught featured Billy Joel. With his bald head and graying hair around his temples, the irony in the words of his first song did not escape me... &amp;quot;Only the good die young... &amp;quot;   Those words are only too true of so many decent folk in this world who lose their lives to fighting wars, incurable diseases, or freak accidents. Not only true of people, Joel&amp;#039;s chorus applies also to our ideals. &amp;quot;It doesn&amp;#039;t feel like it did when we first started dating,&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;ve heard so many women say \u2013 myself included. My response to that, though, is that at 80 our legs don&amp;#039;t feel as good as they did when we were 8, but that doesn&amp;#039;t mean we should stop walking. We just need to work a little harder to keep those muscles strong. And, if it&amp;#039;s too painful to move, we can use a walker.   For Rex and I, a simple dinner out is all the assistance we need to get our romantic life rolling again. Maybe some couples are content with letting their sex life die young, but we&amp;#039;re not one of them.   Now I&amp;#039;m not going to say that we&amp;#039;re swinging from the rafters 24/7. That&amp;#039;s the point of this column. Sex absolutely changes when the realities of life set in. Any of you who still have amazing sex with the same passion day in and day out given kids, dual incomes and the stresses of aging parents and illness, consider yourselves lucky. Also go out and buy a lottery ticket. And please pitch Good Housekeeping your blog! We all want in on your lives.  If you&amp;#039;re in the majority of us sex starved married folks, you&amp;#039;re just gonna have to work harder at scheduling that babysitter, or finding creative niches in our day to fill the passion. But just because you have to work at it doesn&amp;#039;t mean there&amp;#039;s something wrong. At least not in my book. I don&amp;#039;t know much, but I am certain I&amp;#039;m not the only married person who doesn&amp;#039;t wake up thinking, &amp;quot;Wow, I can&amp;#039;t wait to do the dishes, wipe ass and have amazing sex with my husband \u2013 all before 8am!&amp;quot;   But I won&amp;#039;t fall into the camp of complaining about it. Not all the time anyway! Instead, like Gilbert&amp;#039;s book, I&amp;#039;m going to eat, pray and love my way out of my rut when I fall into it. But first... I&amp;#039;m going to watch TV. Enlightenment, grasshoppers. Enlightenment.   "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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