Then one day we'll get a magic telegram informing us that we've got about a month left, and it's time to get our affairs in order. My alarm goes off at 4: I wonder whether it is possible to view the physical self in an objective manner. I think she looks great for her age and I make sure to let her know when she gets in chemist mode. Like fat, a little ego boosting is good, especially if it gets channelled into greater productivity rather than encouraging us to rest on our laurels.
On Monday, does my body even matter?
Tell All: My boyfriend hates “ugly older women”
By 70, the bell becomes real. I have no kids and have been mistaken for younger so it's not like I am a geezer harassing young people. I am tired and overwhelmed with everything I need to accomplish this week. We often emancipate ourselves into the same old trap repackaged. And I can run six miles on a whim, so this extra weight is not really hindering my life.