Reality has set in – I’m 40!!!  The big four-O.  Thank goodness I have never been one of those people who are so focused on age they forget how to enjoy life.  40 is just a number, and besides the fact that gravity will really start to set on all body parts from now on, I don’t have much else to worry about.  :-)

 

Gray hairs started to appear last year, but thanks to Nice ‘n Easy, that is no longer an issue.  Right now (luckily) they are only confined to my head. Does anyone knows at what age they make their presence known to other body parts? (Gotta be prepared!)

 

I’m closer to retirement and I may make it in time to see some money from Social Security if the fund is not completely wiped out by the time I’m 67.

 

Resolution: I will make myself pass gas in front of my husband. For years I have been putting up with his lingering stinkies – No more!  

 

Just because the label has the number listed (twice!) Mad Dog 40/40 is not the designated drink of a 40 year old.

 

My belly button has disappeared in between my double love handles.

 

I had to purchase a desk fan to put on my nightstand, because in the middle of winter, I’m waking up at night sweating and with hot flashes. Lots of fun…

 

All the places where hair is supposed to grow have started to thin out and, of course, on all the places where hair is not supposed to grow (or at least grow fast) they are multiplicating as if I have applied Rogaine!  If anyone has a cost efficient idea on how to permanently get rid of that one, very persistent son of a gun hair residing on my chin, please let me know.

 

Toe Nail Clipping becomes hazardous to your health: It feels as if I just ran the Boston marathon, and I don’t even get the benefit of loosing some calories while at it! Let me explain: When you are a bit (or a lot, it depends) overweight, you tend to loose the flexibility you may have had earlier in your life. To prove it, attempt to clip your toe nails on your own.  My plan was to perform this task as soon as I got out of the shower (nails are softer that way). So I sat down and started to clip the pinky toe. I found out that breathing was becoming difficult, the huffing and puffing was interrupting my train of thought, so I started to hold my breath. Then I felt like my heart beating faster and I started to explode. Mind you, I’m not even on the fat toe yet. When I gave up the fight and decided to take a breath of fresh air, I had to hold my foot/leg because it started to slip run away. By the time I finished with the big toe, my leg started to experience a tingling sensation (and it was NOT due to pleasure, I assure you!). This is why I go to the Nail Spa and pay my $20 + bucks with gusto.

 

Yeap – I’m sure there is a lot more to look forward to…