Less than fit, and a little bit fluffy.
Still fabulous at forty-something, however.
Caught myself contemplating life this morning in front of the mirror and I still cannot believe I have another birthday around the corner. When do they stop coming?! Oh, yeah. When we're dead. Well, I obviously do not wish THAT to happen anytime in the near future. So I guess I'll just brace for the inevitable.
The mirror still smiles back at me and I must say that there are minimal wrinkles, crows feet or laugh lines. That doesn't mean that I don't smile, laugh or cringe, but perhaps I have the "good Chapman blood" raging through my veins and my skin will always look youthful. One could only hope. I have a friend who recently went to get botox in her brow. I guess it only lasts a matter of months. It looked good although I couldn't tell you if it looked wrinkled to begin with?! I think I'd rather put my money away for vacation instead. That seems to me to be a far better stress reliever and cure for wrinkles.
So in the weeks and months ahead, I know that I will be feeling far differently about my body and being forty-something. I won't be the only one paying attention to my figure. And that's just fine with me.
What makes you flip for fridays?