Today’s topic is actually about … umm.. blogging. Several have been about blogging, which seems odd. Most people here don’t want to read about blogging, they want to read ME blogging. But I digress. The topic from Friday was: Do you fight against growing old, or embrace it?
Somehow it has less to do with aging and more to do with the weight fluctuation. The last time I was at my current weight was right before I got pregnant and miscarried, and all the weight I had lost nursing my 2nd kid came back on, with a vengeance. But I had also noticed that when I lost weight lines appeared on my face. It looked weird. I had crevices instead of being round and smooth. I didn’t like that a lot.
I’m not particularly vain. I rarely wear make-up, I do nothing with my hair. I don’t have any clothes that aren’t either oversize t-shirts or more than 5 years old. Most are older than that. I gave away a ton of clothes a few years ago that what a coincidence would probably fit now, HOWEVER they would be a dozen years out of date.. so.. yeah. I know better than to wear dated items even if I ‘kept’ them for a while. Sigh. So I wear the same few things over and over. It’s annoying but not enough to try and get a sitter to go shopping. Because who wants to pay a sitter for torture? But that’s what it’s coming down to. Honestly.
So yeah.. I’m digressing a lot here. I started getting grays over the last year. My last pregnancy was hard (Yeah for my rainbow baby!)– I had diabetes, high blood pressure, placenta previa, pelvic rest, extremely itchy skin and scalp… basically my skin was crawling… inside and out–cranky hubby, plus kids that were bewildered as to why mommy was so sick, making herself bleed daily, and yelled anytime anyone else scratched, because it made her scratch. Oh jeez. It was pretty bad. So, I was not surprised when a few strands of silver started showing up. If I start being called ‘grandma’ to the kids, then I will probably do some hair dye. I considered getting highlights/lowlights but that takes a lot of time and money, which isn’t always available. I’d rather spend on the kids.. so.. yeah.
So I guess I’m not exactly embracing it, but I’m not fighting it either, I’m making it more of a non-issue than anything. It’s normal, it’s expected. I may not like it, but it’s life. With so many blessings, a few grays won’t hurt me. I have started trying to pay better attention to what my body needs as I get older. I’m more careful with my teeth, I recently dropped almost all soda. I still enjoy treats, but I try and balance that with good stuff, too. I realized I was treating my kids WAY better than I was myself. So part of putting myself back on the list was paying more attention to myself. I feel better, which is good I guess. Not nearly so draggy. Still tired. But not exhausted daily. Here’s hoping for better health for all of us as we approach the new year.
I pretty much love getting older. The grays that started threading their way through my right temple have now also started on the left. The only time I see them is when I comb my hair after a shower though. The rest of the time, they blend in with the rest of my hair. I’m looking forward to more gray!
Well, I’ll be honest, I haven’t even hit 30 yet. But so far, I like aging. I love my life experiences (the good and the bad) and the marks they leave. I joke that I don’t need tattoos for my kids because my kids already left their marks on my body. I don’t expect to go prematurely gray as my mother doesn’t have any noticeable gray at 60 and my grandmothers didn’t gray until well into their 60s as well.