Showing posts from May, 2019

Poikiloderma of Civatte

Well, bugger. I'm pretty sure I've figured out what is going on with the skin on my neck and chest, and it isn't simple aging. Well yes, it is aging, but something else added on.

I grew up in the desert southwest, and sometimes used sunscreen. I didn't diligently start using sunscreen until I was in my late teens, although I wasn't an avid sunbather. I have strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, so a deep golden tan just wasn't in the cards for me. But I did get my share of sunburns.

When I did start to regularly use sunscreen, I focused on my face. I really didn't pay any attention to my neck or chest. Weeeell, now I'm seeing the consequences.

My oldest son had a lacrosse tournament yesterday in Santa Cruz. It was a beautiful sunny day in a gorgeous beach town, about 80 degrees with a nice ocean breeze. I was prepared...lots of sunscreen and a very wide brimmed straw sun hat, long sleeves. When we got home around 10pm last night, I took a sho…

I just woke up and discovered that I'm 46! Ack!

I'm not bonkers, I promise. I actually did know that I was 46. But over the past few days, I've been noticing new things happening with my skin. They've likely been happening for a while, and I've probably just put blinders on and chosen not to see them. Or I haven't spent real analytical time in front of the mirror to assess the exact state of my skin.

Well, now I'm spending hard time in front of the mirror. And I wasn't happy with what I saw. I thought I was coasting through my 40's just based on my past vigilant use of sunscreen and Retin-A in my 20's and 30's. And for the most part, I still have very few lines and wrinkles on my face.

But then I took a look at my neck and decolletage. And then I took a closer look. O-kaaaay...not good. Here's a photo of my neck area, taken a couple of days ago:

My skin tone is mottled, uneven, and just...aged-looking. I really haven't been paying attention to my skin in this part of my body at all! So…

What's Going On?

A few weeks ago I posted that I was sure that I had gained weight...but when I got on the scale I was pleasantly surprised that I had lost a few pounds! This morning I was absolutely sure that I would see a drop on the scale. My jeans were feeling slightly looser, I was noticing a definite difference in my lower tummy (the baby pooch, I call it), I had been adhering to Atkins really well, and...nothing. Well actually not just nothing, I was up a pound! 203.1. Grrrrr.

On the Atkins message boards I see lots of people posting that they try not to look at the scale, but focus on their shape and how their clothes fit. But I just don't get it. If my clothes are feeling looser and the baby pooch is definitely flatter, then why wouldn't a difference show on the scale? Is it simply water retention? But if so, where is the water parking itself on me? Or pooling itself on me, I should say.

So I took an update photo, just to convince myself that I'm not going crazy. I can surely see …

Family Dinners

Growing up, my family did not sit down to family dinners. Ever. My parents' marriage was basically over from the time I was pretty young, and the only reason they stayed together was for me. Lots of people do that, and it may or may not be good for their kids. Let's just say it was not good for are not stupid, and I knew their marriage was kablooey from the time I was in 5th grade.

Anyway, we never sat down to family meals because my parents rarely talked to each other. They never fought, just didn't talk. If we were to have dinners together, that would require actual conversation! My dinners were usually spent eating by myself in my room, watching TV.

Needless to say, it was a silent, uncomfortable, lonely way to grow up. My friends didn't like coming over very often, because they thought it was creepy and called it "The House of Silence." I would go over to their houses instead.

Going into parenthood, I was determined NOT to do it that way. Study a…

Birthdays on a Diet

My baby boys turned 13 on Sunday. I'm the Mom of three teenagers! And six teenagers, including my wonderful stepchildren!
Anyway, this is not a post to talk about how ancient I've's about how I handled my diet on the day of the birthday. I always make my kids a yummy cake: flavor, icing, and topping of their choice. Since the twins are spring babies, they usually go for fresh strawberries which are in season. This year was no different, so I made a chocolate double layer cake with vanilla frosting and a double layer of strawberries.

Now with Atkins this time around, sweet treats have not been a problem for me. I used to have much more of a sweet tooth, but after the twins were born, my sweet tooth inexplicably vanished. Poof! Our bodies can do some crazy things after childbirth, but that one was unexpected. And welcome, actually! It has made Atkins just that much easier.

However, I'm a bit superstitious. I feel that it's bad luck to not have a bite of y…