Age - Bring it On!

So yesterday got away from me. I seem to be playing fast and loose with any sort of schedule.

I went to get my hair done. I have always found this to be a monotonous and mundane task and most of the time I just let it slide. The whole girly girl regiment is one I never really bought into. But the older I get, the more I totally swallow the hook, line and sinker.

This is a war. Age and me are in quite a battle. Right now I feel it is a tie, but it can easily turn against me. Age is devious and it cheats ALL THE TIME.

It is a battle to lose weight. It would be super if the weight came off, say, in my ass or my thighs but no, Age, makes it come off on my knees, my fingers, my earlobes. Cheater, I tell ya!

When I was young, showering was a easy affair. In, lather, rinse, repeat, out. You could practically set a stop watch on how fast I could get ready. Now if it is any later than 9:00 am, I don't brother showering at all. No real point, since it will take me forever to get ready and then it will just be time to remove the day products and slather on the night products.

Now it is in, lather, rinse, shave, condition, floss, deep condition, cellulite condition, body scrub, deep deep condition, rinse, repeat. Get out. Stare in the mirror and over analyze every nook and cranny on the body. And at my age, there are more every day! Try and decide how much ground you lost over the night and exactly what your body was doing when you were sleeping. Getting old is like having toddlers, they are cute and nice to your face, but as soon as your back is turned, all hell breaks loose. During the day, your body is nice but as soon as your eyes close, all hell breaks loose.

Then it is powdering, lotioning, moisturizing, spritzing, and this is on the part that is going to not be seen by human eyes. Don't even get me started on how long it takes to do my face. Tightening this and that. Moisturizing this and that. Base coat. First coat. Second coat. Third coat. Final coat. Move on to eye makeup. Lip makeup. Then on to hair. Leave in condition. Mousse. Blow dry. Straight iron (truly my dream date). No fly aways cream. Hair spray.

Good Lord, I'm exhausted already and I haven't even dressed yet. Or left my bedroom. Hell, I'm still in the bathroom and I need a nap. This is what I do just to enjoy a normal day. Going out, adds all sorts of additional prep time. And wine.

I feel I am standing tall these days only because the amount of product has made me unable to bend in the middle.

But I do it. I have bought into the show and I'm not leaving now. Sure I know Age will get me in the end but it will be a knock-down, drag-out fight and I am going to get my punches in.

This ain't no wussy girl!