Okay, in my heart and head I still feel like I’m 18. Yet I just somehow pulled a muscle in my back whilst applying dye to my otherwise grandma-white hair. WTH? I’m also having a little trouble walking today — too many squats yesterday during my Lose-the-Baby-Weight-Your-Youngest-is-Almost-4 Workout. My head is fuzzy this morning from the TGIF wine I guzzled last night at a party (at my kids’ school … I know, seems wrong on so many levels). This afternoon I’ll take my daughter to a birthday party sporting my newly- dyed coiffe and something sharp on my old, creaking body. Maybe if I stand still in a corner somewhere, no one will be able to tell that I can barely move. 40’s, you will NOT crush me.
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