I've spent the last few weeks literally in the closet. I'm not sure I'm very happy about what happened there, but it forced me to face a few pounds and bulges I've been trying to deny.
Less than six weeks from now, I will be attending RomCon, a conference designed to allow romance readers to get to know their favorite authors, and I've agreed to participate in a workshop session entitled "Strip the Heroine." (See www.romconinc.com for more information.) Then, at the end of July, I'll be at the Romance Writers of America conference on a panel called "Dress for Historical Success."
I'd intended to wear my reproduction 1873 gown. There's just one problem: it doesn't fit.
No matter how I try to suck it in, the skirt just doesn't close. And the bodice doesn't button. Figure in several layers of petticoats, a crinoline, corset and chemise, and I know it's gonna be an uphill battle.
Lord, how I hate the realities of middle age. Or at least the physical realities.
Years ago, when my late husband and I first assembled costumes to wear on living history weekends, any extra pounds came off with just a couple weeks of dieting. Then, as I aged, dieting wasn't enough. I had to spend a few weeks at the gym. Well, I've hit another plateau. The diet and exercise aren't working. Where did all these pounds come from, anyway? Starvation and exhaustion promise to be my new best friends.
And, of course, a new corset. A tight new corset.
There's so much in life that changes with time. It's pretty easy to see it in our bodies—anybody over thirty knows what I'm talking about. But, these last few years, I've discovered there are some pretty good things about approaching fifty.
I like knowing who I am and being self-assured for the first time in my life. I like having accomplished things—raising a kid, being successful in my career, being able to take a chance on my dream. There's a bit of "carefree" in not having to come home from a day job and tend a family anymore. Relationships are easier. And I finally have the time to write.
All in all, life's pretty good these days, starvation, exhaustion, and corset not withstanding.