I was at a party recently, when a handsome young gentleman smiled broadly at me and remarked that it was “nice to see a woman eat and drink.” I must confess, I was holding a slice of pizza in one hand, a Vampire’s Delight (a wickedly delicious vodka concoction) in the other.
Looking around the room at the scantily clad women I can see why they weren’t eating. Their Halloween costumes left nothing to the imagination and could not hide the multitude of sins that my Sheriff’s costume could.
A long time ago I heard a quote often attributed to Catherine Deneuve that at certain age you have to “choose either your face or your derrière.” I dare not ask my husband which he thinks I chose. There is no win-win answer here.
Never one to be satisfied with a crouton and a glass of water, I’ve always liked to eat. Blame it on low blood-sugar, but I always seem to be grazing.
For the most part, I’ve made peace with my hips. The little bit of cushion I’ve accumulated the last few years, due to aging not indulging, has softened the sharp edges of my face and, strange as it may seem, at middle age I actually like my reflection better, wrinkles and all. Who’d a thought?!
While I wouldn’t mind losing a few pounds, since lately it seems I can simply look at food and gain weight, I have no aspirations of being a “social x-ray.” I know plenty of women who practically starve themselves to fit into teeny-weeny Barbie size jeans. That could never be me. I like cookies and pasta too much. And wine.
Eating is one of life’s greatest pleasures. And, as long as I still have the ability to chew my own food, I will enjoy every bite.
Bon appetit!
So ladies, what’s it gonna be: Your face or your fanny?
Well I just want to feel good. Like you, I love to eat. And there is no way I could ever starve myself. Having said that for me lately it’s been about choosing foods that don’t later render me sluggish. Sugar is the big one, I won’t eliminate it altogether, I like wine and chocolate too much. And I could care less about being a size zero, I just want to live a long life, feel strong and healthy.
Well, I enjoy food too much to give all the good stuff up. So I guess I choose my face – especially since I don’t sit on it!
I gave up on my fanny after childbirth so I don’t think I can reconstruct after 22 years. My face I let Bare Escentuals help me with, cause it ain’t as freshly scrubbed as it used to be.
You? You’re completely adorable!
I’m not sure I understand why it has to be a choice. But I totally agree that there is no virtue in starvation in order to maintain an unrealistically thin body. I was a naturally thin person until my thyroid went bonkers in my late 30’s. The bod, and especially the butt, expanded considerably as I struggled to get it under control. Today I am focusing on eating reasonably and exercising as much as my schedule allows. Not back in my skinny jeans, but I’m only one size bigger than that now. I’m happy with that!
As for the face, there are some advantages to oily skin. Very few wrinkles. 😀
I’m could ditto everything Elin said. I don’t need to be a size zero. Been there, done that, nearly died (figuratively) trying to maintain it, which I didn’t. Today, I want to like what I see in the mirror and that, I’ve come to accept, has a lot more to do with what I put in my body and feed my thoughts, than the wine and chocolate I enjoy.
At lunch with friends the other day, I was referred to as a toothpick by one of them. She meant it as a compliment and I took it as such. I’m far from a toothpick, but I try to maintain a healthy weight while managing to satisfy my sweet tooth. As for fanny or face, I can’t do much about my face except cleanse and moisturize. I have more control over the fate of the fanny.
Linda, Carpool Goddess…I have seen you. You chose both!!
I don’t know if I chose my face, but that’s how it’s turned out 🙂 The good news is, booties are in!
I’ve given up on both. I’ve got enough to do keeping my brain functioning. And finding my keys.
Years ago I chose my face, but then my slow metabolism made that a problem. So now I chose healh. This means eating foods that are good for me and that my body likes, not food that only my taste buds like. It also meant a 55 lbs weight loss 4 years ago!
I think I have enough fanny to share.
I should a slim fanny, which is probably foolish of me. My husband is 4.5 years younger than I, and he’s carrying a lot of extra weight. Consequently, he looks about 15 years younger than I do. I was raised by a single mom, and I only have sisters. We all shopped at the 5-7-9 store. So it’s just drilled into my head that I need to stay petite. I wear size 4 jeans, but I have been offered the senior discount more than a decade before I qualify. Waaaa.
Cheers, Carpool Goddess!
I have never not eaten well. Seriously. Even when I was overweight, I did not care. Eating is part of life. I have learned to eat healthier in middle-age, but I do that mostly at home. If I go out to dinner, I eat.
Like you, I like my face better now than I did when I was younger. I’m a little jowlier than I’d like, but that’s heredity — you ought to see my father’s jowls. He looks like he’s storing nuts for the winter, but it is what it is.
By the time we are at the age we’ve attained we should have better things to worry about than that extra pound or two — wherever it might land.
I am too much of a foodie to give up eating! Like they say, life is too short to skip dessert!
I’ve never heard that quote before, but I agree! Face over rear!
Cheers to this! Great attitude. I love food. And pizza, especially. 😀 And I choose neither face nor fanny, just to be happy with whatever happens to either (for the most part, anyway).
Good for you for owning your love of food! I love food. I love the flavors and the textures and the aromas… I love cooking and sharing and the whole experience that goes along with food…. So it is not necessarily the sweets or the breads (though those are nice) – it is the whole experience that sucks me in!
I was just thinking about that quote the other day. I’ve never been a big eater, so I guess my face is going to suffer? Or is it the other way round?
I could have written this post. And, yes, I blame it on the low blood sugar.
I’m with you. I love food too much especially bread.
I really need to exercise moe though.
I’m with you. I love food too much especially bread.
I really need to exercise moe though.
Wow, that’s a tough one. But I must admit, I am an eater too! Now I just have to be an exerciser as well.
Decisions decisions! Why should I choose? I want it all! I do however feel your pain though.
With out a second thought… my face!
I love to eat and my husband loves a nice fanny!!
We’re the perfect combination!!!
Face…definitely face. As far as fanny? Well..that ship has sailed.