Old soul, old glow

Beaner invited me to join her and a high school friend for brunch.

They’re a little bit younger than I am, thus, have their lives ahead of them. Being that I’m a little older, the most obvious thing ahead of me is my muffin top.

When I look ‘ahead,’ I am regularly reminded of the wise words my gynecologist shared with me regarding my age, exercise and weight gain, “It’s what you put in your mouth that matters.”

If I had a dollar for every time I heard that I’d have enough money to supersize my next meal.

Fortunately, Beaner had picked a kitschy place for lunch and I was able to enjoy a couple of really healthy options: Bloody Marys (veggies/tomato), grilled cheese (grains/dairy) and potatoes (carbs).

After my second Bloody Mary I had to ‘break the seal’ – another perk of being older. While in the loo I noticed I had already acquired the ‘socialite glow.’

“This is what happens when you’re menopausal and drinking,” I told Beaner and her pal when I returned to the table, pointing to my rosy cheeks.

“Well your blood has to go somewhere,” Beaner quipped. She should see if my gynecologist is looking for a medical assistant.