I'll Save This For Birtha....

I'm sure millions of 40yr + women have looked in the mirror and said, "THAT'S NOT ME!" Where did that young vibrant woman go? You know who I'm talking about! The one who could fit in a size 9/10 without laying on the bed and pulling up the zipper with a pair of plyers. Not a pretty picture, I'll admit...but I've seen it.

Where did she go? The attractive woman who wore make up and fixed her hair. Who took the time to choose and wear nice clothes--not the woman sitting at this computer in a pair of mans striped boxers and an A-shirt, ratty hair in a lopsided pony tail with yesterdays make up raccooning her eyes. At least I haven't lost my fashion sense...the A-shirt color co-ordinates with the boxers...lol ;0)

Am I sliding into a mid-life crisis? Uh....if you call what I saw in the mirror a mid-life crisis...then yeah...that's it. Personally, I see it as a wake up call!

It really started last night when I got home from work. My Dh (He's not perfect but he's the perfect man for me) had saved me a plate of dinner--Spagetti. He'd piled it high. All I could see was Mt. Fanny gaining girth and attitude. In self-defense I plunged my fork into the very heart of Mt. Fanny and twirled the spagetti into it's tines. I then said, "Thank you, but I think I'll save this for Birtha!" and plopped it back into the pan.

Who is Birtha? Birth-a-me and I can't wait to see how she turns out!