This has always been a blessing and a curse. When I was younger, I didn't feel like people took me seriously and it was annoying. Now, I would do anything short of selling my kids to keep the youthful look. Imagine my surprise last year when this happened: I am laying in bed several months into my 5 month bed rest journey with Easton. Matt comes up to keep me company and says "You've got to stop worrying so much- you are getting crows feet." Yes. This happened. That gem of a husband whom we all thought was smarter than to say that to not only his wife but his pregnant wife, really made that statement. I did not hit him and in retrospect, I really should have. He realized pretty quickly that probably wasn't his finest move. Anyways... It started my new obsession with searching for lines on my face and damnit, they are there! Not only are they there but now I have a minivan too so I'm like super not cool and old lady status. Before anyone forms too quick of an opinion... I obviously know there are bigger issues and problems in the world and I actually have them under my roof. However, this is still a problem in my book and I plan on dealing with it. Somehow, someway and with relative quickness.
What is a girl to do? The gym/fitness part I've got down. If there is one thing I can promise you, its that my body is not going down with my face! I happen to have control over that one. On the night of my 30th birthday which I spent in the hospital while pregnant with Easton (thank you, son) I ordered several anti-aging cleaners, creams, eye shmutz, and whatever else Nordstrom had to offer. I figured there was no better time than that milestone day to get started. I've used the stuff for over a year and guess what... I don't look any better. This morning I was scrolling through FaceBook and saw a post from Dermatologist, Dr. Michelle Legacy, "Be sure to ask your dermatologist about what anti-aging creams can and cannot do. If a cream could really prevent aging, do you think it would be available over the counter at Macy's or Target??" Ugh. Duped again. Why didn't I think of that?! Seriously. Like a cream from Target is going to save my face. I mean, Target can definitely save my mood but my face...probably not so much. I'm such a sucker. Next, I check my email and have an invitation to an interactive beauty event to take a journey through a fountain of youth. OK, Universe! Stop with the hints. I get it. I'm getting old. I mean, come on. So, yes. I'll be attending that night and of course I'll be early because only the first 50 guests get the gift bag which apparently I need since this message is coming through loud and clear.
A lot of people are against fighting the aging process. They say to age naturally and gracefully and beautifully. I am not one of those people. Those people probably sleep uninterrupted at night. While I do not intend to get my face completely frozen in time and become unrecognizable, I am so not against helping stall the process with whatever is necessary to do so. I feel I can still age gracefully with the help of a little modern day assistance. It's been a good run of looking young... now I'm going to fight to keep it:)
**No, I am not off to the plastic surgeon this afternoon:) If anyone does have some miracle cream, call me!