Monday, 26 July 2010

Age cannot wither her...

Well maybe not that lucky lady Cleopatra, but I'm not so sure about me.

Recently I have been musing rather a lot about my age and the effect this is having on me. Earlier on this year I hit the grand age of 41 and since then, things feel like they are changing - both externally and internally. Externally I've noticed wrinkles that weren't there before. Around my eyes in particular. I now have to apply face cream (OMG) before going to bed in an attempt to keep any further crow's feet at bay. Okay, I don't HAVE TO do this; it's a personal choice (my Dad, for instance, who is 60, never moisturises, even after he shaves - he's a man who doesn't give a sh*t about these things but still looks good in his way -well, what can I say, I am a gay man...) My hands have also become wrinkled and dry which I don't like very much and that's hard to reverse however much hand cream I keep bunging on.

Sticking with the physical side, the thing I probably dislike the most about my advancing years is my figure. A few years ago I could eat and drink pretty much to my heart's content, without having to worry too much about the effect it was having on my body, one reason being that I also exercised fairly regularly i.e. went to the gym and sometimes cycled too. I'm still going to the gym as much as I can - okay not quite as often as I used to, due to my teaching job, which sometimes means I don't have much time in the evenings. But on average I usually manage to drag my carcass there twice a week because I realise it's important. I've never been much of a sporty person - football does nothing for me and competitive or team sports I am just cr*p at. However I do attest to the benefits and necessity of physical exercise, hence the gym visits. Motivating myself to actually go and work out is bloody hard sometimes though, and involves a major effort on my part. Fortunately my journey home by car now involves passing the sports centre en route, so that's, erm, kind of handy. And afterwards I always feel much better and positively virtuous. Of late I've been burning approx 1,000 calories during my visits...

But ... and this is the point I am trying to make, which it has now taken me several sentences and lines to arrive at (and apologies for making you wade through this in the process): no matter how much I exercise, I just can't lose any bloody weight!! It used to be much easier to shed the pounds, but now I swear it's gotten a lot harder. And I'm sure being in my 40s has something to do with this - not having the same metabolism as when I was younger, for one thing.

I have what I consider to be a nice chest and I have often been complimented on my shapely legs. My calves, without slipping into too much narcissistic self-reflection, are in rather good form. My thighs, however, are flabby and untoned. Worst offender of all is my stomach, which is more protruding than ever with glimpses of - gasp - cellulite - and I feel embarrassed to bare (or should that be air?) it in public. As I mentioned, I'm off on a Californian trip shortly and I really hoped I might have slimmed down before then - how can I compete with all those Hollywood hotties strutting their stuff on the beach?? Now it seems like it's too late. Goddammit. Sometimes I have felt I look pretty ugly and it's not nice.

Yes, of course I know I'm certainly not the only one in this boat - those of you around the same age as me are probably experiencing, or have experienced, similar frustrations. Or maybe you just don't care. Perhaps that is the best route to take ...

And to add to my moanings, there are the internal - i.e. mental - changes as well. Recently I've started to feel kind of ... psychologically lethargic, if that makes any kind of sense. I don't have the mental energy or inclination to do certain things any more. For instance I'm not so bothered about going out clubbing; the thought of heading "up town" into central London to share a crowded room with a load of jostling and immature 20-something kiddies has ceased to appeal to me. If truth be known, these days I'm far more comfortable with just coming home, opening a bottle of wine, plonking my butt on the sofa and watching some quality kitsch / crap TV (slightly oxymoronic phrase going on there). Or playing with my PC. Or listening to music... Meanwhile, I'm usually more than happy for my husband to hook up with his mates after work and go out and get p*ssed, then roll up home in the early hours ... he's about 8 years younger than me and also works in central London, whereas I don't, so those are two fairly valid excuses. I should also add that in spite of the fact that I live in the supposed hip and happening cultural capital of England, increasingly I'm really not that bothered about going out and doing things. What has happened to me?!? Have I become completely switched off and indifferent? Am I now too laissez faire in my old age?

Now, my lovely people and fellow bloggers, please tell me that all of this is normal and a natural symptom of moving into one's 40s? Please also reassure me that I'm not going to morph into some boring old fuddy-duddy either... When I said I'm not so much into going out any more, that wasn't mean to sound like I've transformed a total couch potato. Just half a one... Maybe.

Meanwhile, perhaps I should leave it to Olivia Newton John and Sue Sylvester to serve up one remedy. And those school kids certainly seem to be in agreement...

Friday, 23 July 2010

I write like Douglas Adams

I write like
Douglas Adams

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Give it a go! As you can imagine I was rather chuffed with the results of mine... And thank you Amanda!

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Holiday!! Celebrate!!

I tried desperately to think of a snappy n' cool title for my "return" post. I suppose it could have been "I'm back, back, BACK" but I feel that one has been ever so slightly flogged to death. So instead I had to settle for Madonna. Even more passe. Aw well.

Anyway folks, as you might have gathered from the aforementioned title, today was my very last day at work and I now have over 4 weeks' worth of holiday to look forward to!! Yaaaay!! As I sit typing this the sun is shining outside my lounge window and it all bodes well... It's been a long haul, marking, marking and yet more marking, preparing next year's schemes of work, etc... But it's all done and dusted now and I'm better off financially too having done my annual marking stint for AQA (a rather good exam board to work for, for anyone who might be remotely interested). And this will help considerably with my forthcoming trip to ...

... San Francisco!!!

Double yay!!

And also ... Los Angeles.

Yes, I'm off there at the start of August and can't wait. This is actually my first ever trip to the USA, let alone SF and LA! And I'll be meeting up with the lovely Matty too...whoop whoop!

Meanwhile, I am sooo behind with my Dr Who reviews and need to finish off discussing the remaining episodes (if you're remotely interested in hearing the musings of this Old Cheeser!) I can say right now though, the last instalments kind of disappointed me. Matt Smith is very endearing and has for the most part won me over, but some of the stories were just too sub-standard for me, and slipped into soap opera histrionics, which under the new regime of "The Moff" I thought and hoped we were getting away from, since Russell T Davies cleared off. However that was not entirely the case...More on that later...

Anyway, it's good to be back. And I've missed you all lots!!

Friday, 2 July 2010

Okay I might be on a blogging vacation, but I just HAD to take time out to say...

...I'm a diva in a shop window!! I'm a Scissor Sister!!

And what a damned fine album their latest offering, Night Work, is. Can't bloody stop playing it!!

And a damned fine, tight pair of butt cheeks, to boot...

So, what do you think about the above-pictured bottom, then??

a) ladies?
b) homos?

And more to the point, is a well-chiselled pair of hot buns IMPORTANT to you??

Answers on a comment PLEASE.

(Okay, if no-one can be...arsed (pardon the pun) to reply, then I'm tagging Alan, Steve, Selina, Amanda, Graham, Jaimie, Nora and Thomas!!)