Okay, okay, I realize I've beat this topic to death...sort of like my whining about my inability to find a decent brassiere, but so far, the only plus I can find to growing older is NOT being dead.
I honestly think we should have a handbook so we know exactly what to expect. Life has become like an amusement park ride...remember the old "E" tickets from Disneyland years ago--the most frightening attractions. Or the box of chocolates that Forrest Gump commented on. I can stand a surprise or TWO, but what the heck?
This is how I feel when I look in the mirror now. My question? What happened to whatever it was that held up my skin for all those years. That old joke, I have more chins than a Chinese phone book, is suddenly ringing true. After I lost a lot of weight several years back, I developed what I jokingly called, marionette mouth, but now it's all become jowls. My lip line disappeared years ago, and now my lips are following suit. I can't wear lipstick because I don't know where to put it. *lol*
And what the heck is this all about? I absolutely refuse to wear anything sleeveless now. You can always identify me. I'm the person in a turtle neck and long sleeves during summer. It's not a style I expect will catch on anytime soon...especially with 95% humidity and 90 degree days.
I'm not asking for a "bathing suit" body, just one without excess skin that has assumed a life of its own.I don't want more muscle than my husband, I'd just like my knees to resume looking like knees and not another set of thighs.
The final straw...now I have to wear a bra so I can type. The first line of this blog started outwwwwwwwwwwwwwwffffffffffjjjjjjjjjj until I got dressed. Sad...how very sad.
I think Woody Allen says it best!