I probably need Miss Clairol more than most people my age. I have white hair. I have gone beyond salt and pepper – that was in my 30s. I found my first gray hairs at 16. I plucked them out. It soon became apparent that this would not be a good long-term strategy. So I colored. I have had every hair color known to mankind not found in nature, except for the blues, greens, purples and magentas.
I have thick, white, goofy hair. It grows very fast. If I did decide to color it again, I would have to touch it up every few days. I’m far too busy (read – too lazy) for that. If it bothers you, please look away. I’ve come to accept it, along with everything else that makes me – ME.
Not only will I not seek their sponsorship, neither do I need their services. My colon cleanses itself every morning, sometimes five or six times before I leave the house. A long morning commute is not a good idea for me. If you look in the dictionary under “regularity” you’ll find my picture (you’ll recognize me by my white hair). We’re good.
I have spent many hours and dollars attempting to find a comfortable, supportive undergarment for the upper region. I am here to tell you that this product is not it. I got six in the mail. Maybe, MAYBE, if I put all six on at once there might have been a HINT of support, the fabric was so thin as to be see-through. The design could only work if supplemented with massive amounts of DUCT TAPE. It is not easy being a size 40 LONG and these bras do absolutely nothing for a generous bustline. I looked like I was sporting a couple of cantaloupe in a pair of wind socks. In a paradox not understood by anyone, I have lost 25 pounds and gained a cup size. Go figure.
Speaking of losing weight, I simply cannot stand to attend Weight Watchers meetings. The leaders they hire have got to be the some of the worst public speakers I have ever met. So far as I can tell, their only qualification is that they must have lost weight with Weight Watchers and kept it off.
I NEED Weight Watchers, but I just can’t stomach the commercialized meetings and mindless crap spewed by members. The handwritten flip charts are so tacky from a corporation that has bilked billions from desperate wanna-be losers.
It seems ridiculous to me to assign an artificial value (POINTS, or now, POINTS PLUS) to foods when learning about real nutritional values makes more sense. Ironically, Weight Watchers does have a program that espouses whole grains, lean proteins and minimally processed whole foods. They just don’t promote it (Simply Filling Technique). Apparently, the program that lets you eat M&Ms and Little Debbies as long as you still have points left over is good enough for most people. I’m working with www.nutritionmirror.com and my own workouts for now…with pretty good success.
I am constantly surprised by the twists and turns of life, but I do not wish to look as though I am constantly surprised. The unwrinkled forehead, to me, is not a good look. These forehead wrinkles I’m carrying allow me to look as though I am deep in thought, without ever actually having to be deep in thought. What could be better!!!
I spent 10 years as a nursing home inspector and met a lot of elderly people. Some of the most beautiful faces (to me, anyway) were leathered, lined, crinkled and wrinkled. Those faces had character, reflected joy and sorrow, showed both hope and acceptance. I only hope to possess that much beauty one day.