Ah December…holiday time which means lots of outings — office parties, family get togethers and cocktail hours with friends. December is like the appetizer for January - the month when ads for every kind of diet and exercise equipment ever made are advertised to us 24/7 and many of us make that all too common resolution to diet.
This week I went out after work for a cocktail (for me = diet coke) with a new friend from work. As we were sitting across from one another in the dimly lit lounge of a restaurant, she asked how old I was. Never embarrassed or bothered by my age, I quickly answered, “51”. “No way” she said, “I don’t believe you”. Well, at the age of 51 why oh why would I lie? Her eyes opened widely as she told me she needed proof, of which I quickly offered up my driver’s license (birth year: 1962). I’ve never been too hung up on age — there are people who are 18 and act like they’re 30; and people who are 30 who act like they’re 18 (and this goes for their looks as well!). My friend is 31; she thought I was 37. LOVE the compliment.
Most people who try to guess my age usually place me in the early 40s. Pretty cool for a mother of a 24-year old.
I thank genetics, decent living and my personal “anti-aging diet” for keeping me looking younger than my 51 years. I’m lucky to have two grandmothers who, with their luminous skin and minimal lines looked awesome as they aged. My mother, though she died at the too young age of 52, always looked beautiful and to me, glamorous (a former beauty queen!). Mom would step out of the house with a brush of mascara and a stroke of lipstick on her lips and look like a million bucks.
I don’t smoke, drink minimal alcohol and askew the sun (though I was a “sun bunny” in my teens.…which I have paid for with a history of skin cancer). I owe my skin tone, lack of visible wrinkles, full lips and cheeks to the “anti-aging diet”. Anyone who knows me knows that for most of my life I’ve struggled with my weight — up and down, down and up…and at this point, I think if I do lose those pounds that I probably should, the fat would leave my face, the wrinkles and lines would slowly start to appear…and BAM!.….I will look ‘my age’…51. The “anti-aging diet” (read: no dieting…don’t lose weight…stay pleasantly plump) keeps my wrinkles and lines at bay…and to think I don’t need to use $100 skin creams!
I will admit that a positive and happy outlook on life shared with loving friends and family and self-acceptance also help in keeping me look ‘not my age’ (or at least I think so). Maybe that is the key to the ‘anti-aging diet’ — self-acceptance. Now there’s a resolution I can live with.
Written By Ms. Renee Vevea, always trying to act and look younger than she truly is.