So This Is 53 ?

  At the urging of friends, I am now blogging. I'm not sure if it's because they think I'm funny or that I may have something interesting to say. My guess is they think I need a hobby. So here it goes !!!
  When I was in my 30s I was ( and still am ) obsessed with diet and exercise, which was not all bad, but sometimes a girl wants to eat whatever she wants and just lay on the couch. So I came up with a plan. When I hit age 53 or 54, so OLD that it won't matter what I look like, I'll eat whatever I want and get rid of my treadmill !  As I ate my salads, while everyone else enjoyed donuts and cake, I dreamed of the day I could join in.
   It was the time of your life when you could relax, no one cared what you looked like anymore, because you were old. My grandma was one the happiest people I've ever known. In her 50s she lived in big zip front house dresses and wore aprons. She was overweight, and joked about it a lot.  Her hair was grey, and makeup, forget about it.  Lipstick and powder only and just on special occasions.The joy and freedom I saw in her was something I longed for.                                                    
    This morning it hit me, 53 is only weeks away.  I should be happy about this, bring on the pizza !!! Well, it doesn't feel like I thought it would. Women today do not look like their grandmothers did, and this is ruining my plan. Thanks a lot Madonna and Christie Brinkley.  Now what age will I pick, 70 ??  No, Jane Fonda is still gorgeous...... UUGGHH !!!!
  What happened to the good old days when Grandma's weren't expected to still be hot. My new dream age ?  I guess I'll shoot for 85.