Old Age Ain't for Sissies

I take our dog, Nike for a walk this evening after work, and since the weather (unusual in Bellingham) is actually summer-like, I change into shorts. I'm jogging along the path around the lake and glance down at my thighs. Omigod, I've become an old lady, complete with wrinkly, jiggly skin on my thighs. Okay, so I haven't been working out lately, but squats and leg presses aren't going to do anything about the wrinkled excess of derma loosely covering what once was firm, fit muscles. I have old lady skin. Worse, as I run, I can feel the layer of fat around my middle jogging up and down. How can a person wear a size 3 and still be fat? Believe me, it happens, and it is not pretty. I have a muffin top hanging over my jeans. It is gross.
Jane Fonda - post her "feel-the-burn" fitness guru days - said about reaching 50-ish that women had to make a choice: be thin, and look older, or add a few pounds to avoid the gaunt sunken look that takes over the face of faddishly skinny older women. She chose to add the pounds. She looks great, by the way - but how does she deal with the jiggling fat?