During my teen years, I vowed never to succumb to sporting that middle-aged tummy. You know, the distended round midriff that makes people look as if they could bounce off the ground from any height and land on their feet smiling.
Nonetheless, I too, am now an unwilling casualty of the inevitable aging process, forcibly drafted into the ranks of elderly citizens.
Relentlessly, aging has been an unceasing reminder of my immortality, undeniably taking its toll on my psyche and body.
In order to accommodate the ever-shifting tummy roll, I have had to throw sexy out the window and switch underwear gears.
Additionally, I have spent years, feverishly working to camouflage the imprinted character lines decorating my face. Iíd rather publicly admit that the diaper-wipes hidden in my bathroom are for me, before surrendering to those unsightly, up close, canít help staring at them, face-crags.
When I was young, the only tell-tell signs of precious sleep loss, was my messy hair and morning breath. Now, when I donít get enough sleep, I still wake up with messy hair and morning breath but piggybacking them are my fluid filled eye bags and gas to boot!
Those faithful, every day morning showers have dwindled to every other day showers, (in a good week) and extra strength deodorant, powder, and perfume have replaced showers on those in between days.
As for the swollen ankles, hands and feet, thatís a no-brainer. Rather than confessing old age water retention, I simply plead guilty to weight gain.
Now about those attractive, new and improved, nobody will notice, support hose---not! I wear regular socks over the support hose with long pants to make certain nobody notices them.
Adding to the pitfalls of growing older are my painful bunions that have me squirming with aggravation. Iím beside myself with frustration over the limited and nauseating geriatric shoes offered to accommodate this misery. I would rather stroll through the rest of my days glued to a wheelchair then to submit to such ghastly attire. However, in my unrelenting endeavor to defy this obstacle too, I have discovered the magnificent and almighty shoe stretcher.
Perhaps my most challenging ordeal associated with aging is assuring those around me that my sudden memory loss is not a senior moment. It is nothing more than a momentary short circuit of brain waves adjusting to my ability to multitask a zillion thoughts at once.
Engaging in active combat to age gracefully has been hard work, and subsequently, my fortitude is now bordering on depleted. Therefore, I have resolved myself to the restful relinquishment of my frenzied determination to outwit Mother Nature.
In true maturity, I am no longer willing to squander the precious years of tomorrow by desperately clinging to the youthful days of yesteryear. I now realize that this epoch of my life holds its own unique and special abundance of joy.
Once I surrendered to this epiphany, my emotional floodgates released my self-induced pressure of internal warfare; conflict that had robbed me of the peace that comes from embracing today, as it is, with the grace of acceptance.
Now I can use Preparation H to shrink the bags under my eyes instead of the manufacturerís intended target, with minimal embarrassment. The bags show!
If I accidentally break wind, I no longer jump out of my skin in hysterical humiliation. For the most part, Iím content to keep walking; act as if it didnít happen and make certain not to look at the person near by.
On a more serious note, when I endure the heart seizing pain of loosing someone close to me, I no longer struggle with the immobilizing effects of grief and anxiety. Instead, along with my sorrow, I now find comfort in knowing they went on ahead of me and I eagerly look forward to seeing these dear souls in heaven, along with my precious Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
On shower days when forced to look at the victory markers of age: the bunions, cellulite, crags, and inflated midriff, I am reminded that God made me to His specifications and thatís that!
Oh yes, I have also allocated monumental events in my life to each facial character line, now seeing them with endearment as I reminisce over my victories of being an over-comer.
Lastly, I remember that when I arrive at my new home in heaven, every physical and emotional burden will be no more.
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