Flappy arms, crows feets and no hope…June 13, 2010 at 7:58 pm | Posted in Daily Life | 13 Comments
Tags: beauty treatments, Getting old, wrinkles
Ever get that feeling that you really should have addressed something a very long time ago?!
A few things have prompted this post.
A. The nice lady who gave me a heavenly facial last week stating in trés patronising voice that ‘you really need to start looking after your skin young lady’
B. Watching our wedding video a few nights ago and remembering fondly what a daily gym routine and verging on ridiculously healthy diet looked like.
So now in my early thirties is it all too late?! Or can I get my act together a knock a few years off?
The smile lines.
The emerging crows feet.
The tired looking hands.
The cracked heels.
Ok so this is getting depressing, but you get the picture.
Have I missed the boat of youth? Is it all downhill from here? Or can I still do something about it?
As summer approaches it’s now more than ever that you notice dry knees, flappy arms, veiny legs. Ten years ago I’d happily flirt my way to the pool side in skimpy bikini. Yesterday I bought a new swimming costume for our Haven trip – a bikini is strictly off limits, and I still feel a certain amount of dread at the thought of the swimming costume. It’s the main reason I take the bear swimming with my husband rather than friends – no one in a position to judge has seen me in that few clothes post children.
So, have you adopted a beauty regime later in life? Or have you always been one of those conscientious types to take your make up off every night before bed, as well as doing the whole cleanse, tone and moisturise thing? Do you fit exercise in with a busy parenting schedule? Or do you class running around after your kids as exercise? Surely the bending up and down, up and down to pick up children and toys on a daily basis counts?
Finally, if you have any five minute fix type beauty tips, do share. I have a feeling that Liz at Living with Kids might be a good place to start. Liz? Heeelllllllp!
If only I knew then, what I know now….
Or maybe I’ll accept being wrinkly and a little less firm in parts and just get on with enjoying myself.