Moment of Truth

 Someone has been lying to herself.

Someone was convinced (until recently) about what she looked like physically.

Someone (who should have known better) thought it was a good idea to buy a full length mirror for the primary (we don't say "master" anymore) bedroom.

Ok, so ya got me.  That someone is me.

We had a mirror in our Allegan house bedroom many years ago.  We can't remember what happened to it except there was breakage involved.

So now we have one.  And two rather large mirrors over each sink in our "primary" bathroom.  

The lights over those mirrors are bright, too.  I had thoughts of getting smaller wattage bulbs in there but then I wouldn't be able to see well enough to put the eye drops in my dry eyes twice a day.

It's amazing what you can ignore while looking in those darned mirrors until you let your guard down and actually scream just a tiny bit when you catch a glimpse of . . . . your triceps.

I could have named a few other body parts but I'm trying to keep this from getting unseemly.

I work out.  At least 6 times a week.  I sweat - a lot.  I use weights.  Ok, they're only 3 lb weights but I had a conference with my joints about upping the poundage and the result was a resounding NO!

So there I was checking out those triceps in the bathroom mirror yesterday and was like WTH happened there???

I'll still continue to work out but have resolved myself to accepting the fact that I'm in my 70s now and nothing is going to perk up my triceps . . . and other body parts that will go unmentioned.

I'm also swearing off that full length mirror unless fully clothed.  I do like being able to see, not only my upper body, but also checking out my coolio socks and how great they look with my smashing ankle boots.

Notice how I refrained from taking this subject to parts unknown and not recommended?  It was a strain because I've been binge watching "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel" and I envisioned myself up on a stage, standing behind a mic, and talking about aging and what happens to women as they do.

I think I'd be hysterical.