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To diet or not to diet...

When I hit sixty I really had to decide, purely related to vanity, had I reached an age where what the hellˆ I could let myself go...meaning eat, drink, be merry because let's face it time is getting shorter.. Or was I going to be one of those "seniors" who was going to keep myself in check, try to look good (good as in as thin as I could manage). I've switched positions endless times since then - when I'm in a stuff my face mood I think of Ginger Rogers (did you ever see photos of her when she was a "senior"?) Even the eternally beautiful Catherine DeNeuve has gotten a bit chunky. So what if I put on a few pounds and then a few more etc.? Then I get invited to some function and I have to go shopping. I don't care who it is, if you are or feel fat, shopping is excruciating. Even if I find something that fits it looks like ^%*% on me. When I meet my friends for lunch, we're all "watching what we eat". We're all always watching what we eat. But sometimes we watch ourselves eat that scrumptious custard cream pie. Or we tell ourselves if we share the chicken parm it really won't be that bad. We swear we'll eat salads for the rest of the week. And we mean to. And sometimes we do.

Here's why I love my friends. When I tell them I'm really watching it, none of them say you don't have to, you look fine just the way you are. Now my father would have said that, he'd probably have even meant it, but my true friends see the real me, they don't flatter my ego, they don't encourage me to be bad. They know when I've been fat and thin and let's face it, they all think I look better thin. I think so, too.

But did Ginger Rogers have a better time of it just getting fat, relishing every morsel she ate?  If Ginger was my friend, what would she tell me?

Is there a time when vanity just isn't an issue? When I hit 80 maybe. I don't know. I'll keep you posted.

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  1. love it, the eternal struggle, and feel your pain. salad together again next week? to be honest, i love you any way you are, or any way you wish to be. i'm with you all the way.
    can't wait for your next post. xoxoE

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