But I don't *wanna* wear a red hat!

I think that I have a pretty good attitude about my age. Of course, it helps that when I tell people how old I am, they generally react in disbelief. But lately, I am becoming more and more aware of my age, and the changes in my body. I got my hair cut recently. As I looked in the mirror, I had a startling realization: my neck has more than a passing resemblance to what my ex-husband less than charitably referred to as "turkey neck".

Then there's that extra bit of flesh that muffin-tops its way over the waistline of my jeans. I was always the girl with the big thighs and ass and a tiny waist. Where did that tummy roll come from?

We will not speak of the nights I awake dripping with sweat. Or that my brain has seems to be channelling its inner blonde more frequently. No, we shall not speak of these things.