I’ve always enjoyed the fact as an adult I do not look my age. This comes from knowing my mother looked much older than her 47 years when she passed away and I vowed to myself to do better. In a way, its sad how this motivated me to do better, in a way its good. It bothered me greatly that my mother looked at least a decade older than she was and I never wanted that.
Being overweight certainly helped me maintain a younger appearance. My “fat” plumped out the wrinkles! Sure, it gave me a double chin, forced me to buy bigger clothes, made moving difficult and no chocolate cake safe, but I was looking ten years younger than my actual age!
As I drop weight, wrinkles appear. It is becoming more apparently that I truly am in my mid-fifties. Those fine lines are more defined, and holding my head at a certain angle so the wrinkly neck isn’t so noticeable, isn’t that funny anymore. There is a small part of me that is bothered, and I find myself looking up “cures” for wrinkled skin. Guess what? There isn’t a cure. It called getting older! It’s just been lurking beneath a few layers of fat.
Of all the great things about dropping the excess weight, this is the one thing I’m not super excited about. I know I’m in the mid-fifties. My body has a way of reminding of the abuse I’ve put it through over the years (back, knees, joints etc.). Each day is like reaching into the Cracker Jack box to see what new and exciting ailment has decided to make an appearance! I understand this, I have the wisdom and experiences of someone who has lived fifty plus years. I don’t particularly like looking like it though!
When I whine about it to my brother, he tells me, “Sis, I’d rather see you healthy and full of wrinkles than to see you overweight and looking younger.” Have I mentioned we are on this journey together? He’s my biggest supporter! And he’s right. We are so much better off this way.
He always ends the conversation with, “We are just going to be happy, old, wrinkled healthy people hanging out together.” Humor always did see us through.
I’m learning to love the newer version of me, wrinkles included!
MY ADIPOSE & ME 