PLAYDOUGH WAS NEVER THIS FUN
12/05/10
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Approximately how I looked 20 years ago. Anyone can do this. Just lie on the floor and take a pic of yourself. Voila! Minus 20 years. Oh, and soft focus.
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DON'T LET YOUR CHILDREN SEE THESE PICTURES!
A few years ago, my very good friend (Deb) and I discovered that we could twist the skin under our eyes into a big, fat wrinkle. The Playdough syndrome. I have demonstrated this in the picks below.
Gravity is not my friend.
I have nothing more to say on this topic.
WEIGHING ON MY MIND
12/12/10
I bought a bathroom scale a few weeks ago. My weight is becoming an issue for me. Why? Because I'm not sure how much weight it takes to put enough fat in my face to push out the wrinkles. The fewer wrinkles I see, the more I can pretend I'm younger than I am. I exercised a lot more before everything began to hurt. Now, with less exercise and more sweets, which I should have because I'm going to die sooner than later and what is quantity of life without quality, I have put on weight. Not a humongous amount but enough to form a little roll of fat in my midsection that bunches up when I sit which annoys me. Have I mentioned yet that I am neurotic? I should mention it in every blog because it plays such an important role in my life. In this case it makes me have the following conversation with myself several times a week. "If I just stay at this weight I'll be happy. Older women look younger with a little weight on them. Why can't some of this butt fat go to my face? I need to loose weight, this roll of fat bugs me. But I look better with a little weight. I haven't exercised this week now I've gained a pound. I'm still under 130, it's okay. Better go for a walk. I hope I don't loose too much, just a little. If I just stay at this weight I'll be happy. Should I cut my hair? Older women look better with shorter hair."
ALL BUNCHED UP
01/09/11
In the last two weeks, I have noticed that when I sit down, my waist bunches up on top of my hips and my bosoms rest on the shelf created by my bunched up waist. If I try to tighten my bra in an attempt to keep my bosoms aloft, it pinches some nerve which sends shooting pains through my chest, making it hard to breathe. This happened to both my grandmothers and I was an eyewitness. I didn't notice them wincing with pain but I did notice hips, waist and bosoms bunching together in the middle when they sat, somewhat like a slinky. This is hard for me to accept, as is all of the aging process, and I do not like it. I will show pictures of my elastic face and crinkled hands but NOT my middle. Here is a drawing of how I perceive I look. The bulges above my attempt at drawing a belt, represent the muffin top.
