I had no idea Demi Moore was as old as she was! Yep, that’s me, checking out the boob tube and flipping through channels one day (something I rarely do and must have been truly, desperately procrastinating on something else) when I landed on a Hollywood Top 25 Hottest Bodies countdown of some sort. There was Demi, listed as being 46 years old, and looking, well, like they said….HOT!
So, that got me thinking. She, of course, has a personal trainer, a lot of money and a host of people making sure she looks great every time she goes out in public. I do not have these things. My personal philosophy is that with today’s modern technology and surgical advances, anyone can look as good or as badly as they want to if they have only two things: a lot of money and an excellent photographer. If you don’t agree, check out Michael Jackson’s before and after shots and take some time and sit through an entire season of America’s NextTop Model. Hell, even one episode would do it. You could see clearly that often, the most stunning models are really just very average looking women when you get them out of their designer clothing, take off the make up and get them away from their hairstylist and photographer.
Even so, Demi Moore, being a stunningly attractive mid-40 year old woman, got me thinking. First off, clearly the myth that the mid-40 female body can’t look as good as the 20-something year old body is just that a myth. Then again, for most of us, to get our 20-something body back in our mid-40’s would require some surgery at least on two elements of our feminity. Unless…we are gifted with girls that have effectively defied the effects of gravity and breastfeeding all these years. For many of us (me excluded) having that surgery is becoming as common as having braces as a teenager. So, once again, having that 20-year-old body till one is well into and pushing past their middle age years is becoming common place.
For most women the problem area is in the lower extremities. This is where we tend to pack on the weight and it is the most difficult area to remove the weight from once it has accumulated there. I am no exception. So, with a trip to San Francisco pending in less than 4 weeks and Demi’s hot mid-40 body as an encouragement I continue on my fitness quest for my own hot body (well, hotter than it already is). 
A few days ago, I reported that I succumbed to a television infomercial and bought a series of fitness videos claiming to give me amazing results in just six weeks. Seriously? You know the kind of infomercial I am talking about. I’m telling you now that the infomercial did not lie and the money I spent, which wasn’t much was well worth it! Hey! Quit that worthless dating site you are on that is only hooking you up at deeper levels with people you can’t possibly have a relationship with because they live on the other side of the world and buy this program. Get fit. You’ll feel better about yourself. Then go back on that worthless dating site and see what happens.
It is working for me! In twelve days I’ve lost an inch and a half off my waist, two inches off my hips. I’m starting to see real definition in my arms and my stamina and energy levels are increasing daily. Of course there is the improved balance, coordination and flexibility which are always important when engaging in certain other recreation pursuits…..like walking around. My kids are starting to notice. My kids!!! Seriously? Who has kids who notice that their Mom’s back flab is melting away. Really? And, I haven’t even been pushing it as hard as I could be. As for the diet? I’m eating right, watching my portions and refusing to starve myself. I still treat myself once a week to something indulgent. I’m not hungry, tired, crabby or dealing with the yuck headache that I usually have when I “diet”. It’s because I’m not dieting. I’m eating smart.
I did quit the worthless dating sites. I want to quit feeling like I could take the Pear Bottom Queen Pageant hands down no contest. I figured the money spent on me was more wisely invested than paying to read emails from people I have no interest in meeting let alone corresponding with. I want to see if this ole bod has what it takes to get that hottie bod the old fashioned way. Eating right, working out, drinking lots of water, getting rest. No surgeries, no costly consultants or personal trainers, no smoke and mirrors. Just some strategically planned hard work and decent meal planning. When I get done, I just might invest in that great photographer for that one fun photo shoot to prove that it can be done in spite of dealing with the mid-40 female body and corresponding metabolism issues.
So far so good. I keep plugging away and pushing play!
July 7, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Hello there… Found your blog trough DIGG.
Just wanted to say hello and let you know that I enjoy reading your posts.
I recently lost a lot of weight and I can really understand you and what you saying here…
Also, you can’t measure yourself againt others. Only to yourself
July 8, 2009 at 9:05 am
James,
Thanks for stopping in and commenting. I always enjoy finding out that something I write benefits someone else. I sometimes wonder if this blogging thing isn’t a lot like typing to myself.
I agree you cannot measure yourself against others. My point in bringing up Demi Moore was to say that in spite of the fact that she has a lot more money to spend on her body than I do, it is still possible with some good eating habits and effort for a 40+ person to look great! Hey, if she can do it, hopefully so can I in spite of my lack of financial resources. At least, I’m going to give it my best shot and find how close I come!
I’m heading over to your site next. Sounds like you have an interesting story as well!
Thanks again for stopping by!
July 7, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Wildmind,
I received your blog on a Google alert for fitness training in San Francisco, loved your basic – raw approach you describe, “Eating right, working out, drinking lots of water, getting rest.” I couldn’t agree more aside from the trainer thing! Trainers do get a bad rap because of the commercial aspect of the fitness industry. I think everyone should have a relationship with a trainer especially when the boredom creeps into your existing workouts.
I want to offer you a free workout when you are in San Francisco… I do great outdoor training that will allow you to explore some of the best parks in the city. I am promoting this aspect of my business and feel as though you would be a very worthy candidate because we have a similar philosophy on putting in the work to reap the rewards. Let me know if you are up for the challenge and we can schedule a workout during your visit.
Cheers,
Andrew McNaughton
Kiwifit Trainer
andrew@kiwifitonline.com
http://www.yelp.com/biz/kiwifit-san-francisco
415.235.0003
July 8, 2009 at 9:14 am
Andrew,
Wow! That invitation sounds fantastic.
I hope it didn’t sound like I was putting down personal trainers. I certainly had no intention of doing that! A personal trainer is an excellent and very motivating force in any fitness regimen. Prior to my divorce, I had the resources to hire one and did without hesitation. Not only do they help when boredom creeps in, they help me keep myself accountable. I tend to fudge on workouts and diet when no one’s watching, but if I have to report in somewhere to someone then I tend to push a bit harder. It’s kind of like when I used to swim competitively. I could knock out that 1600 meter warm up in decent form if I was alone, but add another swimmer in the pool with me and I’m pushing myself to stay respectable with my pace.
As for your offer on the free workout, I’m all in! It sounds like an amazing opportunity and a wonderful aspect to your business. Once I figure out what my schedule is going to be like I can let you know. I’m not traveling alone so I have to consider the others in my party.
Thanks again for the great offer. It sounds wonderfully fun!
July 9, 2009 at 10:05 am
Fantastic. Feel free to invite one other active body from your group. I look forward to hearing back from you.
Cheers,
Andrew
July 9, 2009 at 2:37 pm
Yay! I’ll do it. Expect to hear from me shortly before the 1st of August! Thanks!
July 7, 2009 at 7:34 pm
Demi Moore has revealed her secret to beating the signs of aging — leeches. The 46-year-old actress, who is married to 30-year-old Aston Kutcher, says she is a fan of a detox treatment that involves being covering in blood-sucking leeches — and recently visited Austria to receive the “leech therapy”.
July 8, 2009 at 9:16 am
Well, there you have it. I could actually take part in this treatment without cost. If I let my backyard swimming pool go all winter, when I clean it out next spring, I, too, will be covered in leeches. I guess there is an up side to just about everything!
July 8, 2009 at 5:04 am
If you are even half as perky as your blogging persona, I do believe I would have to approach you by slow degrees if we ever met in person. Just reading one of your entries can completely tire me out. I can’t help feeling that any prospective “beaus” reading your blogs would find themselves slowly backing away from their monitors, to say the least, or–to say the most–sprinting to the nearest bastion of male-dominated values (i.e. the local sports bar).
Congrats on the advances made thus far with your self-affirming, self-improving regimen. Feeling good about yourself, as you rightly point out, must come first. Other stuff can come later.
And you know what–in my opinion, Demi has got nothing on you.
July 8, 2009 at 9:26 am
Kip,
You are too kind and flattery will get you everywhere!!!!
About the prospective “beaus” reading my blogs and then backing away to the nearest bastion of male-dominated values, I have no clue. I’ll have to let any prospective beaus speak to that.
My intent certainly has never been to emasculate men. (They’re no fun that way!) Instead, it has been to communicate this journey I’ve been on where I’m beginning to really think for myself instead of allowing the circumstances or people around me to mold me. I personally think this makes me a finer person and one who is more capable of bringing something to a relationship than the person I was before. This should actually, I think, be a completely freeing thing for a man, since relationship with me means just that, relationship not needy, sucking, cloying, manipulative entrapment. Oh, but I could write a whole series of blog posts on that! Oh…yeah….wait…I currently am working on just that!
LOL!
As for the perky part, yes, that word has been used by others of your gender in real life to describe me on occasion.
Have a nice day and thanks for chiming in to the conversation.
July 9, 2009 at 9:34 am
When you’re finished on the treadmill could you bring me a beer please Hon?
July 9, 2009 at 2:36 pm
LOL!!! And you dare to identify yourself as “Prospective Beau”? You are gutsy! Well then, I will treat you like I’d treat any Beau:
“You’ve got two legs you aren’t using!”
July 9, 2009 at 4:58 pm
But I can’t move. I’ve got a bone in my leg! Oh! And a sammich?
July 9, 2009 at 11:24 pm
Hmmm, you must not have read many of the past posts or you wouldn’t be askin’ for a sammich from me! LOL!
July 10, 2009 at 5:11 am
Bones and sammiches and popcorn? Honey, you need to lose this guy, and fast! Sounds like a real oddball to me. Beware those who speak in non-sequiturs.
July 10, 2009 at 10:47 am
LOL! Kip,
Like you should talk!
July 10, 2009 at 5:48 pm
I don’t know what non-sequiturs are but I’m sure I don’t speak in them.
Cat said that she is capable of bringing something to the relationship and I want a beer and a sammich!
Any man who would “sowly back away from their monitor” is a chicken shit and any man who would “sprint to the nearest bastion of male values” when they have Cat at home (bringing beer and sammiches in her work out shorts and singlet)is either gay or mentally ill.
Okay, dictionary back on the bookshelf and remote control firmly in hand. Back to what I do best.
July 10, 2009 at 7:25 pm
Okay, PB,
Fair enough. If all I have to bring to the relational table is a beer and sammiches then I can do that. However, I have higher expectations of a partner than that. I won’t be so content with the same.
Be well advised about my cooking before you agree to eat my sammiches. My skills apply to sammiches also and when it comes to all things sticky (e.g., jam, peanut butter, ice cream, etc.) I simply just don’t go there. Although whip cream in proper context gets consideration.
However, I must say that you make a great point about those who would “slowly back a way from their monitor” and “sprint to the nearest bastion of male values”. They are chickenshit, gay or mentally ill and as such simply not worth the energy they expended getting away from the computer in the first place. No insult to gay men at all, it is just that they would understandably not be interested in me. They would understandably be backing away not out of fear, but out of differing interests. For the rest, if their male anatomy resembles their daring it is clear why they are walking away and must resort to other men to comfort them. I wonder if there is a cause/effect correlation for those who also qualify as mentally ill?
Ahhh, it’s a tough world and only the fittest survive which is exactly why no one currently has Cat at home bringing them beer and sammiches in my workout shorts and singlet, neither do they have me purring contentedly in their lap!
Meditate on that while you’re
massagingusing your remote control.July 13, 2009 at 4:57 am
If PB doesn’t even know what non-sequiturs are, I’m not sure how he could possibly know that he doesn’t speak in them. Also, I suspect he has three good legs he’s not using, not just two. What say we both stick to what we do best from here on in, eh, old Hoss? I’ll continue traveling the world, with my wheelbarrow for hauling around my big dictionary, and you can stay on the couch with a firm one-hand grip on your lil ole remote, your beer and sammiches, and your fantasies of Cat (there’s little doubt that your proximity to her will never be anything but remote). I guess you overlooked requirements for prospective suitors she has made known in the past, such as: those deficient in intellect need not apply. I’m afraid the lady is about more than servicing the needs of neanderthals; and that’s what I was getting at in suggesting that her personality (and expectations) could easily appear formidable to most typical representatives of the male species (of which PB is an obvious example) and send them fleeing from that which they know they could never live up to. Cat knows very well that I have what it takes to meet ALL of her needs, and then some. Well, there’s one requirement I don’t meet quite yet, but that’s between her and me.
And so, this concludes my internecine engagement with PB (who, I am now quite confident, is not a prospective anything when it comes to our fair moderator). He is clearly not in the same class as her, and if he continues to delude himself that he is in the same league as me with regard to verbal sparring, I’m afraid I may have to further whittle him down to the slender twig of an intellect he represents. Since I’m not given to cruelty, I would prefer to desist and free up Cat’s blogging hand for moderating more worthy commentary.
(And, Cat, what do you mean that “I should talk” when it comes to speaking in non sequiturs; I believe I have been nothing but clear, plain, straightforward and logical in all my communications to you. Wouldn’t you agree? Have I ever left you confused about anything?)
July 13, 2009 at 10:42 am
Kip,
Just a gentle reminder that the one requirement you mention isn’t between you and me per se.
I’ll let PB respond in his own defense but I will tell a little story that may or may not be applicable here. I will leave the two of you to decide if it is or if it is not.
My grandfather owned his own department store in our little ole podunk eastern Oregon hometown. (He originally hailed from the Midwest where he learned his trade from a very reputable, longstanding and still solvent retail firm which is now a household name and isn’t a discount store.) This store of his, while seemingly no big deal, made good money, retired my grandparents nicely, helped my mother and her family nicely throughout the years and paid my undergrad college tuition. My grandfather was an excellent businessman and knew retail very well. He had one saying that I remember my mother telling me and which I will never forget. It was, “Never judge anyone on their appearance. That guy in the sloppy clothes and worn jeans might just be a millionaire.”
Don’t you worry about me!
Now I think both of you are bright enough that I don’t have to tell you that the connect here, has absolutely nothing to do with money.
For what that’s worth.
Have fun you two! And, Kip, my blogging hand can approve these comments all day!
July 13, 2009 at 7:55 pm
Ahh, I get it.
I think Kip might be surprised at how little he really knows about one whom he professes to know so well. A little dose of reality would probably shatter his already fragile ego but it would, at least, release him from his current delusional, pityful existence.
The more I read Kip’s writings the more the word hubris (you see Kip I actually do know some intelligent words and how to use them in context … even non-sequitur lol, I just don’t need to use them in order to impress)comes to mind.
How one so self indulgent, self absorbed and out of touch with reality is able to function on a daily basis regularly astounds me. However, the Kip’s of this world do pay my bills and my holidays and my toys so I’m not complaining.
Kip, I’m glad to see you’re not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance. At school we had a name for people such as you – Academic Idiots. Your over developed vocabulary does little other than highlight your insecurity and a need to be liked for your so-called intelligence. Well simply put I’m not impressed and I don’t like you (but I don’t have to. You’re nothing to me other than a source of amusement).
As difficult as it might be to accept, you’re not worth my time. I can see how that would upset your delicate sensibilities but there you go. Shit happens! Your opinion of me is, to say the very least, insignificant.
You’re just a naughty little boy who is throwing a tantrum because he can’t have his lollypop.
Kip – get a life.
July 14, 2009 at 5:08 am
My my, PB, for someone whose time I am not worth, you certainly spare enough of it to demonstrate your capacity for mean-spiritness and vulgarity in your efforts to demean me–or rather, to demean the Kip persona–a casually thrown together assortment of words in the cyber-realm that seem to have gotten your goat. How little prompting it required! No fragile ego lies behind the fingers typing this message, or they couldn’t be doing it. Glad we’ve been able to amuse each other for a time, but I’m sure you’d agree that that time has now run its course.
Not sure exactly how the Kips of this world pay your bills or buy your toys, you lost me there. But you would do well to beware the Kips of this world. They are seldom what they appear to be, and often not where they appear to be.
Later pal. I have other lollipops to pursue and plenty more tantrums to throw.
July 14, 2009 at 12:01 pm
Kip,
Other lollipops to pursue?
Really? How’s that gonna work? Oh well, however it does “Good luck with that! Let me know how it turns out!”
July 14, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Sorry Kip, you demean your own persona. I merely pointed it out in plain language. As for mean spiritedness … I wasn’t even trying. However, I was speaking honestly as myself. Not as some self idealised alternate persona. May I suggest you try it some time. C’mon Kip, stop hiding behind that facade and introduce the world to the authentic Kip.
I lost you with my “pay” statement? Diddums. Other readers, who know me, will be well aware of its relevence. Put simply it’s none of your business. Just be assured that it was a statement of fact.
Feel free to spread your bile in other forums. It wasn’t I who threw down the verbal gauntlet here but as you have experienced I was more than willing and able to take up the challenge. As I pointed out elsewhere … “Never enter a battle of wits unarmed”. You’re not as clever as you give yourself credit for.
July 14, 2009 at 7:44 pm
PB won….hands down. No question about it. Kip is an academic idiot, moron and he is not too bright. Watching this match is like watching a baby seal (that would be little Kip) being clubbed to death. May Kip rest in peace.
July 14, 2009 at 8:13 pm
Young,
Thanks for chiming in and casting your vote.
Welcome to CABsPlace!
July 15, 2009 at 6:43 am
Stupid is as stupid does. Baby seal? CAB, your site attracts some seriously twisted minds.
July 15, 2009 at 8:06 am
I can’t control who decides to stop in and leave a comment, Kip. Sorry.
July 15, 2009 at 7:51 pm
Can this guy ever admit that he’s wrong?
Kip, can you really, in good conscience, accuse me of the things you have without noticing that MY comments/retorts simply followed the same vein as yours?
Are you so blind to your own shortcomings that you truly believe it was ME that initiated the negativity? That I was the first to stoop to name calling? That you are more familiar with The Wild Mind than anyone else? Did it shock you to find out that The Wild Mind might have shared more with others than she has with you? That she may have even spoken about your interactions with her to people whose opinion she values more than yours?
Rather than answer questions I posed you decided instead to cast aspersions. You labelled me a pedant for pointing out that YOU were misinformed yet it was YOU that first picked up on a typo and ran with it to insult me. That is just one of many hypocritical statements I could point to. If you want I will list them all! You constantly attempt to justify the same behaviour in yourself for which you castigate others!
You are a seriously deluded individual with a grandiose sense of self importance. You don’t even have the courage to write as your authentic self, preferring to hide behind a “persona”.
You display classic symptoms of NPD (to ensure that you actually know what I’m talking about I’ll leave a synopsis of NPD).
Narcissistic personality disorder is a condition characterized by an inflated sense of self-importance, need for admiration, extreme self-involvement, and lack of empathy for others. Individuals with this disorder are usually arrogantly self-assured and confident. They expect to be noticed as superior.
See a Therapist “Buddy”.
July 16, 2009 at 3:50 am
It takes a man to admit he is wrong when he is wrong. He is not a man.
July 16, 2009 at 10:06 am
Young,
True that! I also think he is gone for now. Not certain, just a hunch.
July 15, 2009 at 11:33 am
Poor Kip – He went crying to Mama. Looks like the clubbed baby seal has been watching way too many movies. That is a probable cause of his low IQ. “stupid is as stupid does” and “over and out” are just two examples. People who do real radio transmissions do not say “over and out”. It only appears in B-movies. We need to delete the word “academic” from “academic idiot”. Just idiot will suffice. LOL. Over.
July 15, 2009 at 1:53 pm
Hmmm, looks like Young packs around a fair amount of intellect. He/She certainly knows how to wield the mighty pen. I see absolutely nothing twisted there!
Nicely done, Young.