Wonder when you first noticed you were aging quickly

Well, if you’re Old you’re still Alive😊

Early 70's now and just having to tell myself "Well at least I had a noticeable number of years where I was attractive". It's all "on the list" I've made out of everything wrong with my body - and nothing is Major - but there's a lot of smaller illnesses to sort out (my own and Long Covid) and I'm off for a consultation with a (private) doctor soon and will just hand them the list of ailments - written in order of priority and just have to work my way through getting rid of them and getting back to normal health.

There's nowt I can really do about the looks. I'm in the position of where when I look in the mirror it's my father I see looking back at me - rather than my mother. I sigh at that point - as my mother had the bone structure I don't have (cheekbones etc and reasonable size bust - rather than the tendency to matronly boobs my fathers side of the family has and looks that have gone full circle through plain to attractive and now back to plain again). Even in her late 80's one could look at my mother and think "She must have been pretty once". I then have to give myself a talking-to of "Which would you prefer to have inherited - your mothers looks (pretty) or your fathers brain (nearly Mensa) and, at that point I think "Well I got most of my fathers brain - if some points short of him. That was the better deal to take and, if the choice is between pretty and intelligent = it's best to pick intelligent if you can't have both".

I have the most expensive hairdresser in town - one who specialises in good cuts - and that's the best I can do I guess. Then I remind myself of the fact that it's just as well I'm not looking re boyfriends etc any longer at my age - and any time the thought crosses my mind I remember what various women in this town tell me as to what the relationships are often like here. Any woman trying to find a man in this town (even if she's in her 40's and I suspect even younger than that) seems to have to accept men who are "less than they are". Men expect to upgrade what women they can look at here - which obviously means women downgrading what they expect in return. Yep....there are a lot of women here who have men living with them in their homes they own (or perhaps have a secure tenancy on) - but I can't think of any women living with men in the mans home (ie the woman owns a home and the man doesn't often in this area).

It’s when they no longer look surprised when I flourish my Senior Railcard!
And (much as I appreciate the consideration) the extra kindness and patience some people show and the automatic seat on the Underground!

Its my hands!!! Veins galore and papery skin. To my surprise my feet aren't too bad. Ageing hit me when I found myself with one leg shorter than the other and I've indulged in built up shoes to be more 'normal' but a curved spine doesn't help matters. I think my brain is still reasonably alive thankfully though I do forget things occasionally!!!!

I suppose it was when somebody first offered me a seat on the bus. I was probably late 60s.
I declined with thanks, and still nearly always do (not that it happens at all often) at 75. But then I’m hardly ever going very far - just a few stops, which I might well walk if it wasn’t a fairly steep uphill trudge, with shopping. (I do often walk down.)

From 62 onwards I noticed started to look my age up until then I was always told didn't look my age didn't feel it either

71 now and now I know I look younger than I did in my 30s because in my 30s I smoked and that has such a detrimental effect on the skin
I’m also recovering alcoholic, but that’s been 30 years now.
My brother died 20 years ago at the age of 49 so I’m just happy that I’m still here to tell the tale,many did not have that privilege..

lemsip

OLD

*17 FEB 2023*

So what!

My widowed neighbour is 85 and has just found a new boyfriend. There’s hope for me yet !

My friend and I went for a Pensioner’s Lunch last week. My friend was concerned we might be asked to prove our ages. We weren’t!