Getting older, there really is nothing that you can do about it, but I am amazed sometimes when I catch a reflection of myself in a shop window, or any reflective surface. I always think to myself, "who is that pudgy middle aged woman looking back at me?" I am working diligently on getting the pudginess under control, but the aging part seems to have a timeline all of its own. I am now beginning to make the same sounds that I remember my mother making when she tried to get up after sitting a bit too long, I used to think it was funny, not so much anymore. I have reached the age that to leave the house without a bit of make-up on is too frightening for the world, not to mention hubby and grandchildren. I am at that age where certain parts jiggle, and not in a cute or lovable way. And I would like to personally thank Sir Isaac Newton for discovering gravity, as now I have something to blame for once perky body parts now being pulled so far downward, that soon they will be unrecognizable. And after saying all this, I like the age I am, and would have it no other way. (I could do without the chin hairs, but other than that.....) January 13, 2012: Happy to be working along side hubby today, getting his hobby organized.
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