“Face-ing” the Inevitable

Hello all,

I want to tell you about a big AH HA moment I experienced this past weekend.

Last week I got my hair cut for the first time since we moved here, and as the stylist shaved away layers of my red tresses, all I saw was white, white, and more white.

Where did my hair color go?

Usually my dark ash brown roots would signal the time for a touch up. However, this time I could hardly see any brown.  Sighing, I picked up some Clairol that promised to “cover stubborn grays.”

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Two days ago, while moisturizing my face,  I paused to examine a tiny crow’s feet wrinkle that seemingly popped up overnight by my right eye.

I am 44. In some respects, I am proud of that age.  When it comes to my face and body, that number scares me. “Age is just a number” is a mantra I practice, yet, the reality is I AM GETTING OLDER.

At 34.

At 34.

At 44.

At 44.

What will getting older mean for me? Will I fight gravity? Or will I embrace what is happening? I don’t know.

Susan Sarandon perfectly expresses my hopes for aging:

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I think the secret is, enjoying the now and letting go of the worry will show from the inside out.  Here’s to remembering that idea when I cringe at another crow’s feet!

Love, laughter, and shoes –

xoxo

Melanie.

 

Throwback Thursday Throws Me a Curve

Ah, #ThrowbackThursday. You clever bastard. I search for fun pics to post, and I am stopped cold by finding pics of me from 10 years ago, looking, well, FABULOUS. Funny enough, during this point in my life, I thought I needed to take 10-15 lbs off.

Circa 2004.

Circa 2004.

But here it is 2014, and though I feel I’ve come to a healthier state of mind in terms of body acceptance and pushing to expand the idea of what we consider to be “beautiful,” I cannot escape the fact that I am too heavy now.

Yesterday during a doctor’s checkup, I stepped on the scale (always my favorite part) and noticed that 5 lbs crept on over the last month! How could this be?

Was it the Girl Scout cookies I inhaled over the past week? The popcorn at the movies? The Chex Muddy Buddies we devoured while watching March Madness? All of it? Probably.

I’m not going to beat myself up over the gain, I won’t go there. However, I need to put the brakes on the treats. There’s no denying that getting heavier isn’t going to help my back get stronger,  make the joints feel better, or lower my chances or developing diabetes or heart problems. It’s more than a vanity thing for me.

So, I’m going to do this a step at a time. Add more veggies, watch the sugar, drink more water. Walk as much as I can handle while doing physical therapy. And of course, rock some fashion while doing it all!

I don’t expect to become a supermodel. I just want to feel good and if that means having to lose some of my caboose, that’s ok!

Mesh top 1Mesh top 2

Blue nails

"London calling" socks!

“London calling” socks!

Feeling “blue from my top to my toes.”

 

It’s a struggle sometimes to “age gracefully.” Most of the time, I’m feeling good, working it for all I’ve got, but then there’s that pesky white hair in my eyebrow -the deepening line around the mouth- the softening jaw, that can throw me into a funk.

I think that’s normal, though -to fight through the feeling of “aging.” We want to feel healthy and look good. It’s just navigating the delicate balancing act of accepting what looks graceful versus becoming a plastic freak show. I don’t want to be a slave to my weight or my age.

So here’s for trying to eat better, exercise a little more, and living in the moment. Cheers!

Look for my next post to come from PARIS! Au revoir until next time!

Love, laughter, and shoes –

xx Melanie.

WHAT I WORE:

Mesh top and maxi skirt – PASSPORTS

London socks- FOREVER 21

Blue leopard sneakers – FOREVER 21

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