The Art of Aging Ungracefully

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Indulging in Fine Whine

It isn't as though I haven't seen this coming.
A wrinkle here, a gray hair there, a sag here,
there... everywhere else.
The urge to go to sleep at 9:00 PM. The urge to go to the bathroom at 10:45 PM... 12:30 AM... 3:00 AM...Getting up at 6:00 AM exhausted from my night's sleep.
Deep down (way deeper than it used to be) I am that young thin, attractive girl that I once was and still remain without any visual evidence to the contrary. Did you know that mirrors are shockingly fragile? What a shame.

Chronic Body Betrayal 

Do You Suffer From CBB?


When I was young I was what used to be poetically referred to as willowy.
Actually, that was how my mom described me.To the rest of the world I was tall,
skinny and not terribly well-endowed.

My mother was an RN and as such wanted to make certain I was aware of the
latest methods of of early cancer detection.
She approached me one day with, "If you ever feel anything resembling a lump
in your breast, I need you to tell me immediately."
I replied, "If I ever feel a lump resembling a breast, you will be the first to know."

Fast forward to the present. Be careful what you wish for.
I finally have the curves I always wanted... I had just never imagined
they'd be on my back.
It's difficult to pinpoint exactly when my body began it's evil treachery.
I know it didn't happen overnight but the daily shock value is the same as
if it had. Every day brings a new horror.

I got out of the shower the other day and let out a shriek when I caught a reflection of Mom naked. Wait... that cannot be me!
That stomach! Hadn't I already given birth to that last child twenty-one years ago? Why in the name of Heaven won't the mirror fog up when you really
need it to?

Memories of the not so distant past.
I can remember when...
Pulling on a pair of pantyhose wasn't an Olympic sport (and yes, some
people still wear them).
The only gray was in my eyes.
The only facial hair I had was my eyebrows.
The only brown spots on my body were freckles.
Laugh lines didn't permanently remain after the laughter had stopped.
My earlobes did not have a crease in them. What the heck is that all about?
My cheeks hadn't formed an unholy union with gravitational pull.
The word chin was singular.
I could sleep till morning without side trips.
I could laugh or sneeze without dire consequences.
I can remember when I could still remember.

I force myself to find a bright spot every day.Today I woke up wrinkle free!
Nothing firms and smooths the skin quite like full body swelling.

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Ode to the Underwire

Anita Renfroe - You Raise Me Up

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Life Unplucked 

The Hairy Truth

Forget American Express.
Don't leave home without your tweezers.

Ever notice a weird, freakishly long hair growing in a truly inappropriate place?
It's usually a different thickness, texture and even color than any of your other hair just to add to the over-all creepiness of it.
Invariably this horrifying discovery occurs when you have been out all day, among tons of people, including your so-called friends!
You just know that everyone that saw you was thinking to themselves, how could anyone have a huge gross hair growing under their chin and not do anything about it?

Frankly, my eyesight is not what it used to be, plus, these mutant hairs literally
appear overnight.
When you hit a certain age all remaining fertility migrates north to the higher elevations. Now all the hair except the hair on the top of your head, grows at an accelerated pace. It is not humanly possible to keep up.

Your only weapons are a highly magnified mirror and surgical quality tweezers.
Warning: Take the necessary precautions. Keep them under lock and key!
I have personally been involved in missing tweezer induced rage.
Under certain circumstances it can become nearly homicidal in nature.
Trust me, you do not want to go there.

Can't Afford a Facelift? 

Take your Face to the Gym

In the immortal words of Jackie Gleason-
"When I wake up each morning, I always do my exercises. I tell myself sternly, 'Ready now. Up - down - up - down.' After three strenuous minutes of this, I then do the same thing with my other eyelid."


Well, Jackie was apparently ahead of his time. Studies have now shown the enormous benefit of facial exercise in the battle against wrinkles and sags.
                             
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Humor is Ageless 

Laugh at What You Cannot Change

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Estrogen Fades 

But Hot Flashes are Forever


I actually have only recently begun to experience the joys of the hot flash and let me say, it more than lives up to it's reputation.There is no way to fully appreciate the sensation until you have experienced it but here is how it affects me.

I understand hot flashes can happen anytime, day or night. My own, at least at this point in time, occur only
at night.
There is no build up, no warning. I go from zero to rolling-boil in seconds. The heat seems to originate in the core of my body then flow outward encompassing everything in its path. Envision molten lava. I wonder how my internal organs are not irreparably damaged by the unbelievably intense heat.
Following a fabulous full body sear, the inferno eventually settles in my lower back and begins to dissipate
from there.
Of course everything must be removed to allow the heat to escape more quickly, sheets, blankets, sleeping cats, clothing. I don't know how on earth I would handle that in public. I'd be arrested I imagine.
Fine with me. Send me to the cooler. Please!

With all the advanced technology available I don't understand why no one has come up with a means to harness this phenomenon as an alternative natural energy source.
I don't know the exact amount of BTU's I personally generate but lets just say that since this began, my heating bill has gone down considerably.

Favorite weapons of choice, personal fan and misting bottle.
Again, protect these at all cost.
The life you save may be your own.

When Food Attacks 

The Inedible Outcome

My husband has always had a sensitive stomach which has steadily gotten worse as he's grown older. Nowadays, just about anything will upset it.
For instance the other day I prepared breakfast links for him. He has eaten and enjoyed them without incident, many times in the past.
Evidently this time... it was attempted homicide.
He suffered severe intestinal distress and he requested that I never again serve him those "murder sticks." Murder sticks!
I assured him that had I really wanted to kill him I could think of a lot better way than
slow death by sausage!
But I digress.

My point was, he, is the one with digestive problems.This was never supposed to happen to me. Food never used to be a problem. I could bite anything and it never bit back... until now.

Once you have been initiated into the wonderful world of indigestion, there
is no going back. A little warning might have been in order.
Instead, one day I ate a perfectly innocent seeming meal and for the first time in my life... it retaliated.
That was my introduction to heartburn which feels like an extended esophageal hot flash gone deadly. Some people have mistaken the intense painful misery of heartburn for a heart attack...
Okay... so I won't be doing that again.

Without getting into the personal gory details, there are now many favorite foods
that I can still enjoy... but only in the privacy of my home, where I must remain isolated for a good twenty-four hours after consumption. If only others shared the same selfless concern for their fellow citizens.

Oh the unending betrayal. New items add themselves to the list often.
The most recent is the most devastating. I can barely say the word without tears.
Chocolate! Chocolate whom I have loved and cherished.
Chocolate, my dearest friend, has now turned on me. 'Et tu, Brute?'

I have decided there are things worth suffering for.
I intend to stand valiantly and steadfastly against the assault.
Armed only with Tums I will do battle.
I will eat chocolate. It may kill me, but what a way to go!

Funny Pages 

Might as Well Die Laughing

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