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Old age is something none of us can avoid. Worrying about it is pointIess in fact, worrying just gives us more wrinkles!

So you may lose your hair. So your skin may become dry and wrinkled. You may gain weight. Your movements might become laboured or clumsy. So what? It’s the natural process of Life. But there a few things you can do to make aging more graceful and softer on your ego.

Healthy foods and exercise are essential at any point in our lives, and particularly crucial when we’re entering our twilight years. Exercise at least moderately. If nothing else, you could always walk around the neighbourhood. The body breaks down even faster due to lack of use.

And opt for more richly-coloured foods that are high in fibre and low in fat- salmon, broccoli, nuts, capsicum, fruits. Chances are, the more colourful your meal is, the more healthy it is! Artificially-coloured foods don’t count though!

As you grow older, friendships become more important than ever. Family members are great, but you cannot become dependent on them socially. They can’t always be there for you. So for those times when they can’t, enjoy the company of close friends who can.

If you’ve retired, or are going to retire soon, learn new things that you didn’t have the time to take up when you were working. Again, what the thing is is not important, as long as you have an interest in it. Especially beneficial are things that require a fair amount of mind work, or are manually complex to do. This keeps your mind and body working.

No matter how many times you go to the gym a week, you’ll never have the same body you did when you were 25. That doesn’t mean you should stop caring about your appearance. Wear clothes that you’re comfortable in but which still give you a little style and flair. Dressing to feel good about yourself is not a bad thing. Don’t confuse it with narcissism and vanity.

And set goals for yourself. This gives you a sense of purpose and something that you can look forward to. Keep them simple and reasonable though, like finishing one book a week. Planting your own aloe vera or curry leaves. Or making gifts for upcoming family gatherings.

There is still much to achieve in the Golden Years.

Nobody is meaner to me than I am.

I'd actually reached a place in my life where I was mostly satisfied with what I was seeing when I looked in the mirror. When I got on the scale. When I looked around at other people. I stopped comparing.

But then...I put on two pounds.

And then three more.

And then one more. And something snapped in my brain.

I've not bought groceries in about three weeks. I've been eating whatever I can put together here and getting fast food crap when I'm out and about.

I've got dark circles and puffiness under my eyes. I've never had that before.

I was worried about DC. I had to lose weight before I met all those people. I didn't want to meet them with the extra 6 pounds. I didn't want Meg to see me that way. We had plans for fun and saucy photo shoots! And I'm heavy. And I'm older.

And by god...I looked it. Because I made it so. With my worry and my stress. I did this.

And now I look around at all the 'streams and I see photos of myself and I've been fucking miserable all week. I'm back to square one. Or lower. I'm convinced I'm hideous. I'm convinced I'm gross. I'm convinced I don't stack up. Against anyone.

I'm dizzy. My equilibrium is shot. I'm unfocused. I'm unmotivated. I can't always get my eyes to focus.

I bring it up to people, they express concern, I then say "Oh, no. I'm fine. Really. It will pass." I downplay.

It's what I do.

The other night I was watching TV. And tears wouldn't stop streaming from my eyes. Just...like a faucet. A constant stream of tears.

I always get down after I've had a lot of fun. This is not a big surprise. But because I was already down before, and then I had SO very much fun in DC, the crash this time was harder. It hit me on my way home from MikeB's.

I'm exhausted. I'm sad. And I'm ridiculous.

While I was drawing on my face to take these, I cried. While I was taking them, I cried.

So. Tell me to fucking man up. Tell me to get over myself and to stop being a whiny bitch. Tell me to get off of my ass and exercise. Tell me to eat a fucking vegetable. Tell me to knock this shit off.

Just....don't tell me I'm fine the way I am. Because clearly...I'm not.