On Getting Older

Taking another look at the pictures from the book signing, the fact that I'm 40 finally sinks in. I have the paunch, though not as big as it was over a year ago. (Still managing to keep the 20 lbs. at bay, but unable to lose another 10.) And trying to get any kind of muscle mass or even muscle tone is like a neverending battle forcing me onto the losing side. The wrinkles are popping up more frequently, as are other skin issues which tend to run long and deep in my family. But the worst part is noticing how my hair is thinning. From the front, the change doesn't make itself apparent, yet when hunching over to sign a book, the thinness glares at me. My hairline is following along with that of my Dad's. Perhaps I should cut my losses and cut my hair similar to Dad's: close cropped to the scalp. Not a full buzz cut, more of a fuzz cut. I just don't know that my head offers the right shape. Or if I would look acceptable without the hair "to which I have become accustomed".

Ugh, the things we go through for beauty.