be sexy at 60

I shovel gravel and move rocks

I go up and down stairs over and over and over all day.

I walked back and forth from the treehouse

I used to wear a step counter to see if I could achieve 10,000 steps in a day, and it was not easy.

Now, I don’t have to count. Playing with the puppies, taking them out and down to the forest path our neighbors have put in. Walking the perimeter of the property. Back and forth from the treehouse. Up and down the lava tube and those stairs.

I am getting enough exercise naturally, every day. They call it Pele’s gym over here. It’s been 2 months and I’m feeling good! six more months and I’ll be fit, and maybe even sexy! This goal may yet be achieved!

This goal gets much more important.

I am going to focus on the sexiness of being fit. Moving to Hawaii and doing all that work in the rain forest is going to be a huge step in this direction.

As for the sexy part, I’ll need to find a way to get the volcano grit out of my skin!

Not a lot of back slipping here. My sweet husband still thinks I’m sexy, and once in awhile some random guy or gal will bestow the lingering look that says either “girl, what the hell is that?” or “yum”.

Since I get to take it my way, I probably smile hugely.

Once we’re living on the island, this goal will run itself.

I’ve been using it on my face.
Since I have a handy dandy before picture on my computer, I know either it is making a difference or something else is, because most days I am not looking like that sad before shot…

On a positive note, I am happy to say that on my last shopping trip it was a medium top and size 12 black wool pants. I don’t feel smaller, but the label says I am…

Oh dang, I left out the good part – my honey told me I smell great. And you know that if you smell great, that’s them pheromones doing their sexy thang.

Got to keep an eye on this or 60 will roll around and mahinui will be running to catch up.

I’m back on the be fit at 57 trail, so it’s looking promising for this goal. And there’s that champagne bucket I just got.

And the rose candle.

Oh, and my trips to the dentist to make my smile oh so nice.

My red hair – I’m over being gray on top now. And uh, less time on 43T…

In my photo, I am 50 something. I like the way I look there or I would not have posted it.

That was me after 3 weeks of hand clearing rain forest, which means pulling out ginger and digging after its mammoth root system. At the end of the day I would be barely able to drag myself into the hot tub.

I don’t like the gym. It is inside. That is the problem.

I messed myself up by moving to the beach and commuting four hours a day, then moving to the burbs and driving back to the beach every weekend to work on the house instead of …

...getting on my bike
...walking to the beach
...da da da you know

Sexy at 60. Why the hell not? I’ve started with my toes. Two pedicures and those cracked calluses I used to pick at are gone. My nails are shiny pink like the inside of a conch shell.

I also am working on my face. sandy little dermabrasion treatments in the shower, and grimaces in the car to keep the neck as good as it can be for , you know, someone pushing 60.

I want my husband drooling after me. I want him to feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Good thing the eyesight fades! But hey, anyone out there want to join in?