Not changing my clothes

A couple weeks ago we went to see ELO.  https://wendysharesathought.com/2018/08/11/elo-the-jeff-lynn-tour

Wardrobe……clothes…..decisions…….being a girl……..

It was a great night, a great concert, a much appreciated time away from work, house, dogs, bees, etc.  There was just one little hitch that made made me a little upset with myself.

I got myself ready to go to a Rock Concert.  I hadn’t been to one in quite a few years, and I wanted to look, ‘rockin’. So I got myself together, and came out to join my husband and son and got this:

And this:

And Silence…….until my son nudged his father, and said ‘way to go dad’. ‘Say something nice quick.’

He couldn’t. He didn’t.

It was a little too late at that point. I went and changed. Then I was mad at myself.

I should have worn what I wanted. Mainly because Boys are dumb.

That’s it for the mature assessment of the situation. 😆

Next time, I’m not changing.

Cheers to getting my confidence back.

My Over 50 Rockin Look. Ta da.

Changes in the h”air”.

Image credit:  Pinterest

I’ve decided to embrace my gray, and I had my hair cut in Ocotober. 

We went a little bolder with the highlights, to avoid the skunky look. 

No more covering the gray, just highlights and going shorter.  So this photo was taken in October. 


Jump forward to last Friday December 1st.  I’m happy with the color, and the cut, but to speed things up we have to go shorter.

But what about those curls?


This is me, going gray…..but having a bit of fun along the way.  The curls had me channeling my inner Harpo Marx.  I have my trench coat, hat, and horn.  The curls got away from me, and looked quite clownish/Harpo like by the end of the evening. 

I’m running head first into the fullness of my fifties, and I’m not looking back.

120 days of nutrition, exercise, coconut oil, and bee pollen

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It started in May with a serious choice to be healthier.  So I added some goodies to my diet.  I can’t say they’ve helped, and I can’t say they’ve hurt.  I cook with the coconut oil, or use it as a carrier oil for my lavender.  It helps my dry feet.  I can’t see any improvement in my skin, hair, or nails.  That’s just the long and the short of it.

I’ve faithfully worked out at least 3 days a week, sometimes 5 with a combination of Zumba, Yoga, Weights, and walking.

Results?  Results?  Results?

All my clothes, zip, button, and hang like they should.

I got an odd compliment from my husband, he says I’m now a “one handed fanny”.  He does have large hands, and I’m glad I now fit into just one.  Jeesh.

Improved muscle tone.  I don’t cringe seeing my legs in a pair of shorts. I’m not brave enough to photo the gams just yet.

Sleeping is better, not so many bad dreams.

No weight loss to speak of, but then again, I haven’t been on a scale recently.  It doesn’t rate Sexy, or Confident, so I banished the scale to the garage.

My left calf muscle has really enjoyed Zumba.  After my Achilles reconstruction, I lost a good 30% of my calf to atrophy.  It didn’t like 6 weeks in a cast, 8 weeks in a walking boot, and 12 weeks of physical therapy.  Regaining that muscle has been a challenge, and up until last May, it would spasm on me at night, and ache all the time.

With Zumba, I’ve regained some of my calf, and no more spasms at night.  I don’t have the quick feet that you need for some of the steps, but I can modify the routines to work for me, and I’m getting quicker every session.

I’ve been participating in Yoga for about 45 days now.  It’s a slower result, but I’m a little more flexible than I was.

So on this lovely Tuesday.  I’m grateful for the time I’ve had to focus on getting healthier.  I’m grateful for the decreased stress, and the supportive family.