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| No cellulite at 30 |
Some days, I don’t recognize my own body. It’s like I forgot the last 30 years- completely erased them and all of a sudden I looked up and had an old cleavage, and dimpled biceps. Dimpled everything actually.
I tell myself, it’s okay- this is aging. This is what it is. If you want to die pretty, you better die young. Too late for that though. And 60 isn’t old enough to be the aged crone or the old wise one. It’s just 60 it’s not 80. You don’t get bonus points for knowledge at 60 like you do at 80. Not from me anyway. Well maybe I give myself a few- but really I know better.
So back to the body. Weight gain is one thing… but zero muscle tone is another. And since working out isn’t working out for me, I have to rely on the outdoor exercise I get when weed whacking, gardening or walking the dog. And my bike of course- but I have barely been on that since the last butt wrenching ride.
I googled how to remove dimples and pulled up a bunch of body & fender stuff- so I did a more specific search and renamed dimples – which is cute sounding to cellulite which is gross sounding and found tons of articles- most of them trying to sell something. I found this blog though that made some sense to me.
This led to some further digging and I found this link:
I guess I need to start eating more (or in my case some) fiber and lay off the bacon. Get some exercise and slow down the process.
I wish I were like one of those older women in the Dove advertisement- you know the ones that are a little chunky without the dimples or the ones who are a little wrinkled without the crepe? Crepey cleavage is just not attractive. I’m going to have to change my clothing style a little to accommodate my surplus skin.
I could live with the whole thing if I hadn’t just forgotten to look at myself for the last 30 years. Seems like such a shock- like it happened overnight- but it didn’t did it?
I wouldn’t mind having my old body and face back as long as I could keep the knowledge that came with the last 30 years- and of course the son that came with it too.
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| 60th birthday |
I’ll take what I’ve got though and just try to take care of it.
Katie....this littleblog is so funny yet so true. We are not yet at the age where people stop looking at the outside and only comment and respect the knowledge that has come with living to say...80. I guess I'm just selfish enough to want both. The youthful looks (somewhat) and the so far the knowledge that has taken me to 64! Let's see what comes with 80!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda - Glad you like it- Glad you're not dead yet too ;o) xo
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