Me- I told you I was tired
As much as I try to deny it, I am turning 40 by the end of the year. Sigh. The thing is, I feel 15 in my head. But the sad reality is somehow different: just like everybody else, I am not getting any younger. My energy levels are not the same: after a week spent caring for my flu-stricken daughter, I am knackered. The good news is that I look less like a monkey because of Jasmin, the lovely lady who threaded my growing moustache and shaped my thick eyebrows. But the bags under my eyes seem to be here to stay and it doesn’t feel good. And who said acne is just for teenagers? I seem to have started a competition with my older daughter on that one –she is actually better than me at covering the pimples with foundation. Damn it-. I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted without putting on weight. Well, not any more. And the last time I had a haircut, we removed 25 grey hairs. Against only two 5 years ago. Life is cruel. And it keeps getting worse.
It is time to face the music: I need to upgrade my maintenance regime. But is it really worth it? Should I try to fight the ageing process or just embrace it and not care about the way I look? I sometimes wonder. What is the point of going to the gym more often, making sure that I stick to the right(-ish) diet, and spend forever at the hair salon? I will get older anyway. In short, it is a fight that I am bound to lose. So why bother?
I know that I have to be careful. There is a tsunami of divorces amongst my friends and I would like to remain happily married as long as possible. Which probably means that I have to make an effort (So unjust: my husband looks sexier and more mature with grey hair, I just look older. That said, all this running has paid off, my tummy is much, much flatter than his!).
But frankly, I am of two minds. I don’t know what to do. Most of my friends have done Botox and, frankly, they look great. Maybe I should try it too. Obviously I will vigorously deny that I have ever considered it if you ask. It is all part of the game…And should I whiten my teeth? The very thought of using some sort of dentist-approved bleach on my poor teeth doesn’t sound very appealing.
Guys are so lucky: do you know how much it hurts to wax your legs, underarms and…the rest? Do you really? We women all pretend that it is fine and we are used to it but it doesn’t make it a nice experience, just a very common one.
Right, I need to work on a new maintenance regime then. Because I am a fighter and will not let myself get defeated by a silly number (BTW tell me if I need to do Botox please. Be honest).