Sarah’s Blog

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I beg your pardon?

Well, I beg to differ! At 50 (plus a tad) I’m actually at the same weight and shape as when I was 16! OK, that’s not 20, so I guess she’s right after all =D but that was not what she meant of course.

Seriously, between a year of EODD and 3 weeks of RFLB, the only difference between me now and me 32 year ago? The "girls" might need a slight "refill" shall we say? And there are a couple of slight stretch marks from 2 kids, which really aren’t even visible unless I really look hard. Pe-ri-od! Really, I’m not kidding.

And I’m not some super-fitness-pro running after some stage performance and FAME appearance or anything like that, just your (not quite) average housewife and mom with a full time day-job, 2 big dogs, 2 cats, (all with long fur, so there’s the equivalent of an adult Pomeranian’s coat floating over the floors at the end of the week), a big aquarium, a husband (and let’s face it, most men are a handful!), family suppers once a week as well as birthdays and restaurant outings from time to time; my blog, my husband’s newsletters I do the intros to, I also moderate on one forum, have some on-line clients … phew! I’m probably forgetting to mention things too.

I was at the optician’s this afternoon, ordered me some … yuck … bifocals! Crap, that makes me feel old! 50? Just a number, but bifocals!?! Anyway, I’d noticed on the prescription that the strength on the myopic part of the glasses was way lower than 2 years ago, so I asked the lady in the store, could it be due to my totally healthy lifestyle (no sugars, more antioxidants etc) because becoming far-sighted does not reverse near-sightedness (strangely enough, to me). She said "It hasn’t been proven to" … but has it been dis-proven?

I mean, holy cr**! If cutting out all refined carbs and other sugars, eating clean and stuffing my face with blueberries and green tea gets me better eye-sight, why the heck isn’t that proclaimed loud and clear? And when I think about it, there are a lot more people wearing some kind of correcting eye-stuff these days than 50 years ago (not talking reading glasses here). Could there be a relation between the crap-diet and the eye-sight? (Would not be surprised).

I remember an old joke about eating carrots because it was good for your eye-sight, and the punch line was "ever see a rabbit wear glasses?" Well, that would be funny the only animal I saw with glasses was "Clarence" the lion in Daktari (oops, that dates me!) but he was cross-eyed so it’s different.

From the optician’s, I walked around the Mall – which was largely the same as it was 2 months ago before I started working full time and had time to go there every day (just to have a destination for my walks). The store where I got that cat-suit … they have a lot of dressy, slinky, sexy, (and over the top too) clothes, in pretty small sized cuts. There’s always a rack at the door with $ 9,99 leftovers and I looked through that … found a beautiful, purple top with some silver "bling" for evening wear purely, and a yellow top that can go for daytime outings – but certainly not work! no problem, I have enough T’s for that anyway. Both in a size … drum roll … S. The cat suit is an L … I wonder if it still fits! Yikes!

On to the next store, looking for racks that said 14$ and up or 15$ and up, where I found 2 pairs of dress-pants (both navy, but different cuts) and I really had to look for those two, because everything on the racks was sizes 11 to 17. Funny, I used to have to look for those sizes, search even. Now I searched for … 3s!

That was the same store I got my size 5 capris this past winter, the 5s that all but fell off me last week!

Feel good? Nah, ya "thenk"!? Lol, for sure I feel good!

I came home, and hooked up the girls – the dogs that is – to their tandem leash and let them have a brisk walk to the beach (15 minutes), where they of course splashed into the river to drink rather than just drinking from the shore! They pulled on the leash going there, but coming back, the younger one and I were pulling the old one to get her home. Poor old thing, soon I can’t even take her as "far" as the beach anymore don’t think she’s got long … we don’t know her age since she was a rescue, but we think she’s around 14-15 years old (for a Golden, that’s the average) and massively overweight!

The young one, Dani, has gotten fat too, but Lewis is going to roller-blade with her, he’s got the blades in the gym now (traded them for some hexes we don’t use anymore, all we use are the PowerBlocks), so I’ll push him a bit. Sheba I’ll just keep taking for shorter, not-so-fast walks as long as she can.