Those darned roots.

the list grows………………… :(

I must keep up with the creams on my face as the psoriasis is making me look like a big flake.No pun intended.

the roots, I swear they show up overnight

VERY consciously in my twenties I said that I was not going to do anything to myself that meant i looked real different when i woke up in the morning. to damn much work to “keep up appearances” as it goes. I don’t dye my hair, wear only lip gloss and tinted moisturizer, and have natural nails. however… my hair isn’t gray yet. so i’m guessing when it does go gray i’ll start to die it. the hardest thing for me to keep up is my weight and fitness level. I’ve exercised regularly (4-6 days a week) since I was 19. so the “middle aged spread” that comes with metabolism slow down hasn’t got me… BUT maintaining a fitness level over decades is hard! there are days I just wish it weren’t a fact of life that if you don’t do it you lose it. I love it when i’m doing it of course, and when i’m done. that’s just a part of being fit. it’s funner if you’re in shape. bottom line. BUT… consistently carving the time out for it day after day year after year is not easy.

My eyes. Well, not my actual eyes, but the skin around my eyes. It’s been about a decade since an opthamologist told me I had dry eye and should get the little tubes in my tear ducts so they could drain. But I decided way back when lasex surgery first showed up, that I wasn’t going to risk any mistakes with my eyes. So, I did eye drops, hot water soaks and carrots. Bought extra pillow slips so I could always sleep on a clean one. Most of the time, they’re fairly normal. But then a morning will come when I wake up and one of them, usually the right eye, is just hugely swollen. And of course, that stretches the skin and it’s just a vicious cycle. Sometimes a little Vicks over the bridge of my nose will help them drain. And a few weeks ago I decided to avail myself of the transdermal qualities of Olive oil…mixed with a drop or two of lemon juice. That seemed to have the desired effect, but during this whole ordeal with Mother’s surgery all that went by the wayside, and one day I looked in the mirror at the hospital and I swear. Both eyes were a mess. And worse than ever, they weren’t puffy pillows, they were sagging flaps of skin on my cheeks. I was horrified, and I’m sure everybody who had to look at me was too. But today, two weeks later, they’re okay again. It’s the unpredictability of it that’s so aggravating.

My mother died 2 years ago. She kept her hair fixed immaculately and therefore, when we visited, she was quite fixated about the way MY hair looked. When I would finish visiting her, she would always tell me to check the back of my hair, that she could see a “hole” in the back of my hairdo (not my head, though there probably is one there also). I would shush her off and say it wasn’t important to me and I didn’t care about it. Now, NOW, I care about it. Though I check the back of my hair with another mirror when I’m “grooming”, sometimes I forget to look. I must still have my mother’s words in my head because I always ask others if they can see “a hole” in the back of my hair. If there is, I immediately work to correct it. “Thanks, Mama, I never want a hole in my hair anymore because I want to look good for you.”

I echo the other “root” sentiments. Seems they show up faster and faster these days.

ha ha… speaking of my above pain in the butt (literally AND figuratively) workouts… i’m off to go work out! argggg….

Why are we discussing beauty pains when there are more serious issues in our lives to be discussed?