Clothes Horsing Around

When you’re young, fashion and style matter. You constantly compare yourself and your wardrobe to what the other kids wear (“Mom, if you get me the bargain brand, I will totally get laughed out of school. Other kids wear the real thing!”) and feel sub-human when someone judges you by your logos and labels, rather than how you actually look on any given day. Advertising never helped. We were and are bombarded by reminders that regardless of expense, some names promoted by some celebrities are going to make you feel better about yourself.

Do tell.

As you age, you realize that little about fashion and style in the media matches real life. You’re not spending your time lounging on a yacht in tighty designer whities, perched on a Roman fountain resplendent in pricey resort wear or swooshing through the Swiss Alps attached to ski gear costing more than a month’s mortgage payment. You still need underwear, casual clothes and sporting equipment, but not an entire paycheck’s worth. You’ve (mostly) traded the opulent for the ordinary. You’ve moved into comfort mode.

There’s nothing wrong with splurges on the decadently expensive dark side if your budget can handle it. I have a “glam squad” to whom I turn to keep my hands and nails happily manicured, the hair on my head reasonably tamed and my body hair removed. And I do invest in expensive running shoes; these feet have been hitting pavement long enough to need good ones. But clothes shopping? I never did consider that retail therapy. It’s more like retail torture. I’ll shop if I need to replace items, or for a special occasion. But even idle window shopping is a wicked bore. I wait for sales, look for coupons and shop against the current season for the best deals. Aside from that, my clothes horse is more like well-used nag standing quietly in the barn, not bothering anybody and in need of nothing more than minimal feeding and occasional petting.

Food, Fattening Food (And Drink)

I am learning that aging and food are not necessarily good bedfellows, especially right before bed.

It used to be that I could eat whatever I wanted, enjoy caffeinated beverages and sleep soundly. Not anymore. Now I have to manage meals, limit liquids and avoid certain foods like they’re rugrats with unwashed hands during flu season.

Take raw garlic and onion. Actually, you have to take them away from me now. I cannot eat either one. I used to enjoy a slice of Bermuda or Georgia Sweet on a burger, or razor-thin sliced garlic flavoring olive oil and both topping a plate of pasta. Glorious dishes both gone, unless I saute the offenders until soft.

And tomato sauce-based foods are tough. A little of the red stuff is okay. Too much is an assault all the antacids I have won’t fix. And can anyone tell me why a slice of fresh, hot pizza hurts but the same slice stone-cold doesn’t?

And I’m almost a complete failure when it comes to alcohol. A half-glass of wine is a giggle fest at this point. More would put me to sleep faster than a dose of cold meds.

And why do calories add up so much faster as you get older? The food isn’t more fattening, but the effect on the body is food consumed equals pounds added. Nothing’s being used for fuel, it seems. It’s all going (literally) to pot. I have to work four times harder to burn off the same serving of fries I ate as a 20-year old, but I am only three times older. This does not compute, as the Will Robinson’s robot friend said.

I am grateful to not only have access to good food, but also the will and ability to cook, and the ever-present assistance of the Internet and cooking shows (and my ridiculous cookbook collection) for inspiration. So many older people, almost nine million in the U.S. go hungry, because they lack the funds in retirement, cannot work, support other family members or must choose rent or medicine over food. Food insecurity hurts everyone anywhere, but especially so here, in one of the wealthiest nations on earth. If your food source is secure, and your biggest complaint is that you cannot eat as much or what you used to because your age is outpacing your appetite, help others who need it.

I’m Awake…$!&% Hurts!

Staying active during the day was never really a big deal for me. As long as I was groovin’ and movin’ nothing about my older self bothered me.

Getting up in the morning is another matter. That’s when I tend to notice the twinges, pinches, pulls and pains that accompany a life lived running, swimming, cycling, having incidents and accidents and just not getting a rest day now and then.

I have a pain relief collection that rivals anything at your local drugstore. Shelves in my closet, not to mention a medicine cabinet separate from The Husband, with pills, salves, patches, gels, swabs, wraps, and lotions. Plus the high-tech heating pad tucked into the living room couch (trust me, I never put that away) and a small TENS device that I actually bought for the better half, but he hated and I wound up using with some success.

I’ve added prescription steroid cream to the collection recently, thanks to a cranky elbow. My personal favorite is the super-effective, super-stinky known as Biofreeze.™ I met up with this product when it was a freebie sample packet in a race goodie bag, and I’ve been hooked from first squeeze. The odor is enough to make your honey hunker down in another room for the night, but the stuff is magic. And you need this kind of magic to make it to a (mostly) pain-free morning sometimes.

Age should never stop activity, though it may alter its course, speed and frequency. Age may necessitate the intervention of a good masseuse, chiropractor or sports medicine practitioner. Invest in the help of experts. Have a “go for the glam squad” on your side to keep you moving. We’ll all get older. But we want to do it while we reset our PRs and make the kids look tired and exhausted doing it. I can tell you there’s nothing more satisfying than being the oldest person in the office and the only one who can climb three flights of stairs every morning to get there.

It Takes A Village To Look This Good, People!

Decades ago, I could wake up, roll out of bed, use my fingers to comb my hair, dash on a little makeup, throw on some clothes and head out the door in about a half-hour. OK, 45 minutes if I allowed time for a shower.

Now, not so much. Not that it takes more time, just that the time must be used better to hide more flaws and play up what’s left of my charms.

There’s all kinds of products out there for the mature set. Specialized cosmetics, creams, potions, skin lotions, treatments. All of it to give you a healthy and youthful glow. And don’t get me started on the hair thing. From conditioners and coloring to straighteners and relaxers, you could try something new on any given part of your body every day and die still trying to get to them all.

Then toss in the pharmaceutical treatments, including injections, and outright plastic surgery, and it’s no longer a youth movement. More like a shove over the cliff.

I’m not against looking your best, whether you’re all in turning back the clock or taking a sledgehammer to Mother Time. It’s something we can all strive for every day. And I’m guilty of maintaining my own medicine cabinet full of products, plus the spares on the “beauty shelf” in the walk in closet (hey, they were on sale!). The Husband long ago figured out he needed a medicine cabinet of his own; sharing is out of the question. And as for our bathroom shower…I’ve pretty much taken over the window ledge and the shower caddy with my products.

The short version of this: it takes a lot to look like you’re doing nothing at all as you age. Think of yourself like a fine and expensive automobile. You don’t use cheap filters, fluids and cleaning products for maintenance. You wind up using too much too often. Go for the best, use less and look fabulous. It’s an investment, not an expenditure.

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