Fifty, Fat, but FAB(ulous)!

Woke up one day and realized, “Hey, I am fifty (ish)”!  Fifty is just a number but it comes with so many new experiences.  For one, my monthly “visitor” is starting to say goodbye so hot flashes, mood swings, and fatigue comes to play.  Forgetfulness is a problem, and we call them the “senior moment”.  Eyeglasses are my favorite accessory or I cannot see what I am reading.  My children have to repeat what they’ve said before it registers with me. 

Wow!!! I didn’t know being fifty(ish) will be this bad.  To top it all, my once svelte figure is now a figure of a pig.  Yes, a pig!  They don’t call it “FAT PIG” for nothing because that is what I am now, FAT!  My children get mad when I say, “I’m fat!”  Well, that’s nice.  At least my kids think I still look great even when I am fat. 

OK, so what if I am FAT??? Fat means I am blessed.  Blessed with having food on my table (although, I admit, may not be healthy food).  Fat means, I am happy, happily gathered with my family as I eat.  Fat means love.  Lovingly preparing food for those I love. 

As they say, fifty is just a number and being fat is so physically shallow. Who cares if I am fifty and fat?  What matters is I AM FABULOUS! I’m not talking about physically fabulous, but fabulous in so many other ways.  I am a fabulous wife! I put up with my husband’s snoring (as he would too with mine).  I am a fabulous mother! I’m the only one who finds things that everyone misplaced.  I am a fabulous friend. I will cry with them when they cry. I am a fabulous sibling.  I will support them with their choices in life.  I am fabulous all around!

So, yes! I am fifty and fat!  So what! I’M DEFINITELY FABULOUS!!!