With 146 days to go until the big 4-0 (not that anyone is counting), my body has decided to give up little by little.
First to go, back in my late 20's/early 30's was my hair. The grays started popping up in my dark hair, shining like a beacon. In the beginning, I was able to pluck them out. But then they started to spread and multiply so the at-home coloring began. With two kids and at a constant state of lack of sleep, the coloring became more and more challenging so I bit the bullet and went to the salon. It's a little pricey, but it gives me a break and keeps the color from staining my towels and bathroom floor. Worth it.
Next was the body. I'm sure the two kids had something to do with this but I certainly haven't helped it either. You see, I was one of the lucky ones. Naturally thin. Could eat a reasonable amount of food without it immediately going to my stomach, thighs, or wherever else. But not anymore. My stomach is in a constant state of jello-like consistency (see it jiggle... watch it wiggle...). For months, I further slept-deprived myself by getting up at 6am to do an at-home workout DVD and saw little results for my stomach so I gave up. I'm not proud of that, but it's true. I'm not sure what to even do about it anymore.
A couple of days ago, I decided to enter a contest for one of my favorite shows, Project Runway. You had to submit a video telling them why you deserve a makeover. As I reviewed my iPhone video, I saw them. Wrinkles!! Creases at the corners of my eyes, lines across my forehead deepening, and laugh lines that the Joker would envy. Again, I have (or should I say had) been genetically blessed to look younger than my age but that seems to be disappearing too.
And then, yesterday, was the last straw. There are spider veins forming near my right knee. Tiny little lines laughing at me, giving another tell tale sign that my youth is behind me. *sigh*
The only good thing coming out of this 40 stuff is that I'm finally going to have a decent picture with Jon Bon Jovi (albeit with a lot more wrinkles) and not this one where I look like a crazy drowned rat and some random girl peeking over his shoulder in the background.