Where does the time go?

Wow, It's been over 3 months since  I was last here. How time flies! I wish I could say I've been busy losing the extra weight but that would be a big fat lie...I've pretty much decided that the more I focus on my weight problem the more depressed I get so instead I've been focusing on other things...

Since the last time I was here I've had a birthday and turned 61 years young...I didn't go crazy over getting older. I've pretty much accepted that there isn't anything I can do to stop from getting old except to enjoy the life I have. My group Thus had our annual April Party where all of us (7 people) who have birthdays in April could celebrate. We had it at my friend's J house, who is spending the summer in Paris, and surprise, surprise, our theme this year was France...She had her house set up like we were in France..it was so much fun.

I'm still struggling to learn French. I think I've got it down and then I wake up in the morning and I can't remember hardly what I've learned. It's weird that I can read french but have a terrible time speaking it..I can remember what a word is when I read it but ask me what a word in English is and I can't remember...But I'm not giving up..The way I figure is that it took me many years to learn to speak English (as a child) and French is much harder...

I'm back playing racquetball (sort of). My friend "T" wanted to learn and she is also learning French and struggling with her weight so we decided to try something different. When we play racquetball we keep score in French and try to only talk in French..it can get pretty hilarious...

My younger sister came to Georgia for a month to visit her daughters (both live here) and see her new granddaughter. We visited a few times but probably not as much as we should have. I like seeing her but she also depresses me. She likes to live in the past and that's not what I am about anymore. She still acts like she is back in the 70's. I love her but I'm glad that she lives in Wyoming. I know that's not nice but that's me!

The job is going okay...Princess Val has her good days and her bad days...the worst part of my job is putting up with her Dad. He is so negative about everything that some days I just want to smack him in the head. I don't understand how people can live with that attitude...it's so hateful.

I'm headed for work now and then I'll hit the gym afterwards.
A la porchaine! Plus tard!

Age!

Truthfully I've never had a problem with my age until this year...Getting older has not bothered me and I've always been one to not be afraid to tell how old I am. I know that most women freak when they turn 50 years old..I didn't!!!  I don't know what it is about turning 60 that has got me obsessing about age.

I don't know how I'm suppose to dress or act now that I am a "senior citizen"..And WHY it all makes a difference! .I don't feel "OLD" most of the time unless I stop and think about it or I look at myself in mirror and see all the wrinkles and how much older I look now than I did just a year ago and I don't know WHY I aged so fast..It's scary when I look down at my hands and see old hands or I see the age spots appearing on my arms. I keep telling myself they are just BIG freckles and believe me I have always had a lot of freckles (they go with the red hair)...Then I worry about whether I'm looking like one of those "old ladies" that are trying to look young.

I spoke to my Mom who is in her 80 tonight (my weekly call to her) in Wyoming. She was the most active person I've ever known until about 5 years ago, and know she uses a walker and has short term memory loss due. She has always been a "Character"..
In fact my sister who checks on her daily posted this story on Face book:
I went over to my Moms and she didn't have her glasses on. When I asked where her glasses were, she said, "Oh! I wear glasses? I was seeing just fine until you told me I wear glasses."

This is how I feel about being old...I feel fine until I'm reminded that I'm old!!!

I worry that I shouldn't dye my hair so dark but when I've tried lighter colors in the past I've hated it...I felt drab and ugly..Let me just say that my hairdresser who I go to to get my hair cut loves the color that I dye my hair...and I do get a lot of compliments from strangers telling me they love the color. I've always been the type to go for bright and colorful colors..I love being different from everyone else..not that I want to stand out but hey if you have it "flaunt" it.  At least I'm not doing the "Flaming Red" hair anymore..but I do still drive a "Raspberry" (pink) color truck.

I went by the blogging name of Sexy Sue for years and just changed it to Lady Sue this past year because I'm uncomfortable with being Sexy right now...it's hard to be sexy when you weigh over 200 pounds and are 60 years old.

I think that's one of the reasons I've been lurking at other blogs, trying to find if there are any other 60+ olds out there going through the same thing I am. I do find a lot of 50 year olds, which is something I didn't find 5 years ago when I was blogging and I do enjoy their blogs..But..there's a big difference from being in your 50's and being in your 60's. I know 5 years ago I didn't have any of these worries. I figured that if people didn't like how I looked or how I acted they didn't have to look at me.  I now worry that I will embarrass my family..although I really think  I've broken them in years ago to expect the unexpected from me. The stories they tell.....Not going there!

Not sure where I'm going with this blog..just something that is bothering me so thought if I put it in writing I could get myself over the obsessing...Not sure it worked! LOL
I'm off to bed...More later!