I cannot believe that I am fast approaching the grand of age of 40 – when I was a teenager I thought this was positively ancient, but I don’t feel much different to what I did then – perhaps more sensible.
When I look in the mirror I now see similarities to my parents and grandparents and I now understand why some women choose plastic surgery and expensive beauty treatments.
wrinkles laughter lines around my eyes are now a permanent fixture. My once clear skin is prone to rosacea and dry. Make up irritates it, so I tend to stay away unless I am going out.
I can no longer eat what I like and stay a skinny rake. Once a size 8-10 I am now a 12-14 and carry most of the weight on my tummy, which no amount of diet and exercise seems to shift!
If money was no object and it was 100% safe, my wishlist would include:
Laser Treatment – to get rid of the redness on my face
An eyelift – to sort out the hoods over my eyes
Liposuction – to get rid of the spare tyre around my middle
Boob job – to right the wrongs of breastfeeding 5 children
That said, my body gave life to 5 beautiful and healthy children. My wrinkles prove that I have laughed, loved, worried and cried along the way.
Life is too short to deny yourself treats such as chocolate and wine, as long as it is in moderation – the loss of my sister has proven that.
I am going to look in the mirror and make the best of what I do have and maybe get back on the Thinking Slimmer wagon and invest in some spanx and a bloody good bra!!
Roll on 40 – let’s be having ya!!