I am officially an old lady at 45. I am disgusted that's what I've discovered, but I think it's true. While my darling Bud has been busy busy at work all week, and planning on going out of town by himself on Saturday, I have been boyfriend free since Sunday night. Yes, almost a whole week without my better half.
And this is what I have done:
Bar hopping every night, shopping for shoes and purses, and sipping Cosmos.
I have been reading books, planting my bargain priced perennials, and falling asleep by 8 PM. And running a few days this week, although I pulled a groin muscle pushing a table around at work on Sunday, so my leg hurts and I've taken a few days off from running. I'm such a dinkus.
And now it's damn hot outside. We went from a lovely 75 degrees to 89 today. I'm contemplating going out for a short run when it gets closer to dusk. We'll see if the fantastically good beer I'm drinking (Orange Blossom Creme Ale) will put me to sleep before 6 pm for a short nap. But I really really do want to go for a run. If only to feel sweaty and like I did something today.
I was looking at a rag mag yesterday and saw a lovely picture of a 50 year old Gina Gershon in a black bikini looking smokin' hot. I felt slightly ill. I don't know why I think a 50 year old should be in a mumu. What the heck is wrong with my thinking? If I could wear a black string bikini at 50 and not send everyone screaming into shark infested waters, I think I probably would. So why do I think I never will? Hell.
Bud fondly recalls the yellow bikini I wore many years ago, when our relationship was fresh and new, and he had a thinner girlfriend. He was heartbroken when I told him I tossed that bikini years ago. I had no idea the impact I made on his brain when I wore that, and it makes me kinda sad that I never knew just how much he liked it. I know we should all be strong women, and only work towards a great bod and health for ourselves. But really, it's much more fun when your man gets all freaked out (in a nice way) cause you're looking good. After all, if there's no one to admire and appreciate it besides myself, what the heck is the point?
So yes. I have started over on my 50 crunches a day regimen, started taking my vitamins again (this is really really hard to remember), and striving to eat fresh fruits and veg every day. My 8 K is in a few weeks, and I'm a bit panicked. But--I have done this before, I will get through it, and as long as no pictures are taken of me actually doing the 8K, I will be alright.
As for a bikini: well, it would be wonderful to be able to wear one again without being embarrassed by the body in it. And who knows--if Bud marries me, I may have a goal to work towards: a bikini honeymoon. Otherwise, if no marriage and we just end up living in sin, well, that will be a one piece sitting in a jacuzzi at a Days Inn somewhere in the Midwest.