When did I get old. I don't remember it happening. I just seemed to wake up one day last week, and really looked at myself in the mirror. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. Who was that old lady looking back at me?
Where and when did the grey hair come from? And OMG the bags under my eyes. It looks like I don't have any eyebrows or eye lashes unless you get up close and WHOOP There They are.....solid white. Where did the lush, long black and flirty lashes go? And I don't want to talk about my BOOBS...... they have really gone south. I used to laugh at pictures of old women and the sagging long boobs. No longer.....those boobs are mine.
I don't feel old. I still like to look at hot men (especially my sexy husband). I don't dress as nice as I used to, but who has to dress up just to vacuum the floor. I still like to go fast in cars, but thank God for those hand rails on the side of the doors. I guess if I really sat down and thought about it, I would realize that all of the changes in me, have been gradually coming on. Some changes on the other hand are coming on like gangbusters.
Yes, I am talking about the one thing all of us women dread to see coming....MENOPAUSE!!!!! I used to laugh at my mom when she would have hot flashes in the middle of winter. Here she was on the back porch, in her robe, fanning herself as it was blizzarding out. What a hoot. Boy did I laugh at her. Well, the shoe is on the other foot, just last January, here I was out on the deck, 10 degrees below 0, hotter than a pistol, wishing for more snow. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
When I was younger, I would visit my grandparents. I used to get a big laugh out of them and their pills. Six with breakfast, two at lunch and more at bedtime. I told them they didn't have to ever eat, all they had to do was keep taking their pills. My grandmother looked me in the eye and told me not to laugh to hard because someday this would be me. Well she was right. Someday is now and oh boy, do I have to take a lot of pills to take every day just to keep going. Pills for high blood pressure, pills for thyroid, pills to make me feel good, pills to make me poop good and the list goes on and on and on. Who knew that my life would revolve around taking a bunch of pills every day. I bet my grandparents in Heaven are having a great big laugh right about now. I think they call this poetic justice.
What it comes down to is this. You do what you have to do to make your life better. If I have to eat handfuls of pills to survive...so be it. If my boobs are sagging, the only man who is going to get to see them is my hubby, and he still thinks I'm beautiful. As for my wrinkles and white hair, I think of them as character points. It points to the fact that not only do I have a lot of great characteristics, but that I am still somewhat of a character. Which is good, because that means that I don't take myself that seriously, and I can still see and appreciate the wonders of life.
Age is just a state of mind. Even if your body is old and decrepit, your mind can be young and free. Like my grandmother Esther used to say, " I may be 88 years old and creak a lot, and I may not be able to outrun a 20 year old, but I still can out think them and that's all that counts." So I'll be like grandma, slow to the finish, but fast on the draw. Till tomorrow, read a book, make love and eat chocolate.
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