Did I mention that I'm famous? Has that particular horse been beaten to death? I was basically a glorified call in listener, but hearing Leonard Lopate say my name was pretty rad. I was mostly happy that I didn't turn the dial to 11. I'm not known for having a small personality, which is evident to anyone who's seen my Cash Cab episode...
Matt took over baby duty so I could go out and play with my grownup friends on Saturday night. It's so nice to sit in a cheap, overcrowded restaurant and eat thai food and yap like a real New Yorker. I've known my friend Dan for... flying jeebus, 21 years? Longer? It feels impressive. Because our (mumbles year into sleeve) high school reunion is coming up, we started talking aging. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that for people who are edging up on 40, we look pretty good. I'm not delusional - the word "nubile" will never again come into play - but I don't think we seem very-nearly-middle-aged.
Dan didn't seem to agree.
Do you feel your age? Think you look it? Any major plans to thwart Mother Nature? Having given birth to an octuplet-sized baby, I battle my muffin top daily. That said, yesterday morning I was sitting at the computer when Baby Boy toddled up, laid his head on my belly pooch, then gave it a big kiss.
That, friends, is love.
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I am twelve days away from 40.
I'm officially freaking out. I'm starting to get wrinkles! I've had grey hair for ages and let's not talk about my belly.
Yes, I had twins, but when does my marsupial-like pouch go away?!
I think I look pretty good. And I still get carded occasionally, but when I look at high school and college kids they look like babies. So by that measure I must look closer to my age than I think. I'll just avoid all the teens and early 20's set and continue in my own personal delusion, thank you very much. About the pouch; I have just come to terms with the fact that it won't go away. I'll have to have it "removed". So, when I hit the lottery, and have an extra 20 grand I'll get it taken care of. In the mean time, I tuck it into my waistband (I know, gross!).
I look fucking great. Except I don't. Oh well. Hey I MUST see the cash cab episode. MUST. Please tell me how. xo
Actually, I think what I said was, "Perhaps we're kidding ourselves." I'm balder than most seniors, after all...
You gotta back away from the sugar slowly. I used a plan that took me 9 months (I went sloooow) to get off sugar but then I was off for 2 years (at least 98% +/-) until the boys were born and then was on the couch for 4 months straight it felt like and ate whatever was brought to me.
Why yes I'm drinking a 20 oz coke right now, why do you ask?
I gave up all sugar except for my daily Coke for Lent--and busted it tonight by having a dessert at a church supper. But it was strawberry shortcake in MARCH with almonds and real whipped cream and that's my favorite--and fruit is sorta healhty, right? Haven't lost one single pound. Not one.
I got carded for my margarita while out with my friends Sat. night and was so excited--until I called James to tell him and he said "He's just after a big tip, honey." Well, it worked!
I definitely look every day of my age. Too much sun damage, white "highlights" and an Irish complexion that is not aging well. And my baby is in kindergarten but the baby pooch just keeps on growing. I've gained and lost the same ten pounds dozens of times.
My grandma used to say, "When we were forty, we LOOKED forty." I've been thinking lately that it must have been kind of freeing, not to have to chase this ideal of always looking 15 years younger than we actually are. I have a couple college degrees, a thirteen year marriage and a couple school age kids, and have had a lot of fun along the way. I should be proud to own up to being 36, right?
I'm not holding my breath on gaining acceptance anytime soon.
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