Monday, 28 April 2008

The boobs that went south for a lifelong winter.

First day off cheese. Almost accidentally slipped twice in work while cutting cheese. Just very nonchalantly went to put some in my mouth and before it could properly touch the tongue, caught myself and  spat it out. It's only the first day and already I feel like I really can't do this!
Had pasta without cheese, yuk! ..Ok maybe not yuk, but definitely missing the essence. I've heard that eating a lot of cheese can give you nightmares, but not being able to have any is an even bigger nightmare altogether. It really does just bring an average thing to a whole new level. For me anyway. I would happily live in a house of cheese, the smellier the better, and eat my way out of there. 
Have to stop thinking about cheese, it's actually getting to me now.

Another worrying thing is, the frown-lines on my forehead are getting more defined every day it seems, and I find myself considering botox, which is very out of character for me.  It's not even the needle I'm worried about, (not to mention the dent it would make in my payslip), but the thought of injection poison in to me, is just not that appealing. And seeing how wrong it can go on some people puts my right off it aswell, but to get rid of the two lines that plague me would be a very welcome change to my appearance. 

Funny thing is, I've always been a bit of a baby face, and the fact that I'm a shortarse doesn't help either, but to be a wrinkly babyface jusr isn't right. I blame my dad, it's his forehead I have inherited and I'm sad to say, I think it has been passed on to my own daughter as well. I think I might be getting a tad vain in my old age. Someone needs to smack that right out of me!

I never really cared too much about the way I looked before having a baby. I think the whole reproducing process makes you see this is the best you will ever look so you might as well make the best of it. Too bad that whole way of thinking only comes after most things have started making their way south and there's no miracle potion to spring them back up to where they left from. Still, it has made me more a woman than I've ever been before, just wish I still had the perky boobs to finish of the package. Oh well, can't have it all I guess. 

"Ladies, enjoy your assets as long as you can, when they're gone, only a plastic surgeon can bring back the youthful perk to the parts that were no more."

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