40 is Fabulous...I hope

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Okay, so maintaining my recent theme...as I approach 40 I am noticing some changes. Looking into a mirror today to put on some make up I noticed two lines above my top lip. Now, as much as I would love to say they are scars from "that thing that happened that one time". They're not. They are wrinkles!! Now obviously I knew, intellectually, that one day I would get wrinkles..laugh lines, crows feet..but these are above my lip and they make me look OLD!!!! What the hell is happening to my body? I have the requisite lines between by eyebrows (from a seemingly endless facial look of WTF?!) but where on earth did the lip lines come from? I showed my mom and she said she saw one maybe but I saw them both, I know she's lying. When did what I see in my head stop matching what my mirror is showing me? I'm calling Shennanigans on this damn it!!
     The other day I was shaving my legs and I noticed the tops of my thighs have skin that sags down. Now the one thing I felt confident in, as a fat girl, was no sagging skin! Obviously my body never got that particular memo.  Someone should really see about that.
   Also, after my adventures in DC last weekend, I've noticed I am so out of shape. Like, I knew I was not marathon ready, obviously, but I literally crawler upstairs to take a bath that night. This is not good people. If I am crawling upstairs at 39 what will I be doing at 59? I waddled, and for once not because I'm a fat girl but because the physical act of extending my leg to walk was just beyond me.
     This trip to 40 is turning me into a stranger. I think maybe my brain got stuck somewhere in my 20's and sadly it's too far now to turn around and pick it up!!!
   
 

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