This morning at the gym I was talking with some women about WW, and said something about having had a baby pooch forever, and finally losing it now that my son is 21. They both did double takes. It's not an uncommon response, and it almost always feels good.
At noon Susan and I were walking around the reservoir talking about how with this next birthday I'll need to make my first appointment to visit the waffle machine.
And this evening I found my first grey hair.
I feel a bit as though I've aged a lifetime in one day. I've gone from the young, fit, teen mom to the grey-haired woman scheduling a mammogram. Thank god I'm not going through menopause. Yet.
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