Well, I am officially 41 years old. I like to tease my mother, "can you believe your YOUNGEST child is 41 years old? 41 years have passed since your YOUNGEST child was born?" She laughs, I laugh, then reality sets in for me. 41. 41! Yikes. I certainly don't FEEL 41. Well, sometimes I guess I do.....I am certainly NOT the spring chicken I once was.
I am forgetting words. Like the dust pan. I can remember the name of it today, but yesterday as I was pointing to it, trying to communicate to my husband that I needed him to pick it up, I couldn't recall the name of that dusty item. I kept saying, "you know, that thingy over there". I'm forgetting words a lot lately. It's either early alzheimer's or the fact that I have two small children who suck the life and apparently the words right out of my brain. Which one? Hmmmm.........
My body is traveling south. I know that most women have a problem losing that 'baby weight', esp. that donut roll we carry around! I haven't had the time or energy to exercise on a regular basis, but you can bet I'm starting now! Here's the reason: this weekend, my husband went to the dirty clothes pile to pull out some jeans (he was going to rake leaves and didn't want to wear a clean pair - good boy); anyway, I was in a fairly good mood until he came to me and said, "how do these jeans look on me?" and I thought his butt looked pretty cute. Turns out they were MY jeans. Oh no. I do have to add that he has diligently been working to lose weight and get in shape, but come on! My mood turned sour and I committed right then to start exercising. Soon. I promise.
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