It’s interesting how we wake up one day to find that we are so much older than we were just the day before...or so it seems. Like a hit-and-run, we were just going down the highway of life when, bam! it hits us.
It's getting harder and harder to 'snap' back into shape after a holiday of neglect. I love walks on good days. I always feel better, feel as if I can now live the rest of the day without that guilty feeling hanging over me. There is always my treadmill patiently waiting for me on those cold, rainy or snowy days when I can't get outside. I say patiently because... well... I have good intentions... really, I do. I know I'll feel better if I give it even just 20 minutes - so why is it so hard sometimes to just do it? “MWF seeking inspiration.”
I didn't notice all these wrinkles yesterday, and what’s with all this gray hair? What would I do without Loreal? Some women look great with silver strands, but I'm not one of them...unfortunately.
If we could somehow reverse gravity, maybe sleep upside down like a bat, would that help with the sagging here and there? There is no way I would do Botox or Lipo. Egad! Someone with a needle shooting poison into my face, or ramming my extremities, sucking out fat and who knows what else. Yikes! The day they come up with a non-invasive face-lift, though, I’m there – Hey, a girl can dream!
Just yesterday, I bought two new moisturizers. At my age, it now apparently takes two to do the job. I feel that I look so much older in more recent photos than in my profile picture, which was taken 3 years ago, and I wonder if it has anything to do with moving from humid Virginia to colder, drier New England. Sure… that’s it!
