It’s a good thing I’m married because I’m beginning to think that I am verging on cougar territory.  Aging has never been an issue for me before, but it sure has hit me hard the last few months. 

If you read some of my previous posts, you know that I’ve cut pretty much all the crap out of my diet.  What I didn’t mention was that I’ve really stepped my work out routine as well, trying to target different areas of the body, instead of just using my elliptical day after day.

I also cut my hair into a cute new style, but this was purely because my hair is super thick and I was tired of having a sweaty head all the time.  I hear you saying, “Sure, sure, Orianne, justify it all you want”.

Like I said, it’s a good thing I’m married.  If I wasn’t I might invest in gel nails and botox and start hanging around the local cougar den (The Pal, for the Winnipeg readers).  I’d spackle on the make up, put on a push up bra and go show all the young dudes my latin dance moves.  Ha ha ha ha ha, this makes me laugh hysterically just thinking about it.

I’m not making fun of gel nails and botox, they are just not ME.  Who knows, maybe in another five or ten years, a bit of collagen may be needed in my lips, because they sure aren’t the full lips I had when I was twenty!  I just tend to be a little lower maintenance, but I see this starting to fade away.

Time sure has a way of taking the bloom off the rose, and we live in a very superficial society.  The cosmetics, fashion and plastic surgery industries make ridiculous sums of money each year.  It’s pretty hard not to get sucked in.

If I ever start looking like a cougar and am checking out the young emo boys, slap me upside the head, please.