Unresolved

I'm not about to fool myself with New Year's Resolutions this year. I'm especially not going to make any promises about my aging body which is moving lower to the floor and sagging more almost weekly. No amount of stringent dieting seems to keep it from this strange movement that is never discussed in women's magazines.
I can't do too awful much about my skin either. The sight of my own back is scary with its new spots, lines and funny little lumps. I might visit the dermatologist to get rid of some annoying growths that periodically cause me to adjust my clothing in unbecoming ways, but that's it. No expensive creams or lotions for me.
Anything that older women do to their faces that involves going to fancy doctors is not an option I choose. I want my face to go out the way it came in-natural and untouched. Same goes for my hair which is now snowy white and which I find that I rather like.
Those little veins that have appeared here and there on my legs are a nice purple color. The batwings on my upper arms aren't all that bad and I'm not wearing orthopedic shoes yet. I do confess, however, to wearing comfortable, low shoes and I think about how much I walk rather carefully these days. And so what if I have to clothes shop at speciality stores so I can get a decent fit?
I am what I am. I resolve to TRY to make good eating choices, get some exercise regularly and stand up straighter than I used to. That's it.