Getting older can be a real adjustment for some. I realized I was getting "up in years" when I was addressed as "yes ma'am". I am southern, born and raised, and I know most southerners are brought up to respect their elders, but it kept happening. The first time it really caught me off guard and I looked behind me to see who the person was addressing. At first I thought they were talking to someone else, but NO, it was me. I had finally reached THAT age...
On the inside, I feel as if I am still 25 or 30; that is until I look into a mirror and find that gravity has definitely set in. I have been doing everything in my power to hold off "ole gravity" including financially supporting every cosmetic product that comes out claiming it can "reverse aging". In the back of my mind, I know it is a sales pitch, but I never give up. Who knows, a miracle product may come out and I'll miss it!
For most of us, as the years pile on so does the weight. I found losing weight when you get older can definitely have a down-side (I bet you didn't know that). With everything else going south, so goes your skin. There is a lot to be said about having plump cheeks, it takes out the wrinkles.
I have also kept my blonde hair that I have had since I decided in my teens. I definitely did not like my red hair (you know, the color that your mother says is so pretty). This has served me well in later years. My gray doesn't show half as fast as it would if my hair was a darker color.
I am pretty faithful about going to the gym, taking Pilates, lifting weights, etc. I measure my success by how I fit into my favorite pair of jeans. You know, the ones that make you look like you actually have a figure. Someone has figured there is a market for "magic" jeans, so today you can find ones that have extra support, they stretch in all directions so you can still breath, hold in the places that have gotten out of control, and make you look like you have a waist.
Another aspect of getting older is your memory. I still maintain that my memory is good (I said good, not great). After all, I have over 65 years of memory built up here. If I was a computer, I would have crashed by now. So I forget some names, but I can still remember my way home (without my GPS).
I figured after I retired, I would be good to remember what day it was since I planned to vegetate and sleep late. I was going to watch "chick" flicks and kick back. Those were my big plans. But, that didn't happen. I immediately got involved in different organizations, volunteering, and taking courses. I now find that my days are full and I have very little time left to sleep late or vegetate. But I wouldn't have it any other way!
I guess I still have a little of the energizer bunny in me. I believe this age is my favorite age...even if I have to respond to "yes ma'am."
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