Grow up, not old

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Youth is a circumstance you can’t do anything about.  
The trick is to grow up without getting old.
~ Frank Lloyd Wright

Here are some tricks to grow up without getting old that I’ve plucked from past blogs I wrote for In With Skin (Feel Younger (and Sexier) at Any Age! and You Are What You Eat).

• Beauty and brains are always chic, so work out regularly, take a college course or read a book.
• Quit worrying about what’s hot in fashion — dress for your unique personality.
• Pamper yourself regularly, which means mani, pedi, massage, flattering haircut and style.
• Smile a lot and laugh at yourself for a healthy dose of feel-good endorphins.
• For shiny tresses, glowing skin and more, eat plenty of fresh fruit and veggies, drink at least 64 ounces of water daily and log in an adequate amount of Zzzs.  Avoid GMO and processed foods, maintain low salt intake and skip items with added sugar.

What is your secret to growing up without getting old?

You’re so vain (you think this song is about you)

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Although my ankle appeared to be slowly healing since last week’s mishap, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I tried wearing boots to work a couple of days ago.  In my defense, the bruising and swelling had decreased, as well as the limping.  However, apparently the two-and-a-half-inch heeled variety of footwear (with pointed toes that scream Chic!) — and a sprained ankle — do not a (successful) partnership make.  With each agonizing step I took from house to car and from car to office, I winced as my ankle objected to the torture of not only being bound in an Ace bandage, but gagged in a tight pair of faux leather.  Needless to say, I spent most of the morning at my desk for fear of adding insult to injury.  When asked by a co-worker what I had been thinking (clearly I hadn’t) with my choice of footwear, I said my outfit wouldn’t have looked as stylish in tennis shoes (or flats for that matter).  Duh.  The saying pride goes before a fall quickly flashed through my mind and the thought of a longer recovery time — or worse — sent me hobbling home at lunchtime to change out of my boots and into something less fashionable, but a lot more comfortable.  And after the swelling started up again last night, it looks like both my vanity and my trips to the gym need to take a backseat for a bit longer.

How often does your pride get in the way of your well-being?