Are you a wrinkler or a sagger? If someone had posed this question to me 40 some years ago, when I began a beauty regime that would take more hours out of my life than I would like to admit, what would my answer have been? Sad to say, I wouldn't have had a clue, and don't know if I would have done anything different

Wrinkler or sagger, have you ever even heard that before? I just heard the phrase for the first time from my friend Jamie Wood, who is selling these awesome little machines that help with both. She told me that experts have come to the conclusion that you are either one or the other. Well, I am a sagger. Wow! I said it out loud! I don't have wrinkles, which I have always been proud of for my age, but boy oh boy am I a sagger!

They don't talk about sagging when they advertise beauty supplies, everything since the beginning has been about wrinkles. We are led to believe that our only problem is going to be those crinkles around our eyes, or the lines in our foreheads. Well, that has not been the case for me at all, and I imagine there must be a few other women in that same situation.

As a sagger, I truly understand the definition of the term "facelift". I have caught a glimpse of my face in a mirror while stretching or exercising and been appalled at the distortion of my features because my face is sagging in a different direction. That is when the true reality hits you. Why didn't someone tell me all those years ago that my problem could one day be an old sagging face, with nary a wrinkle in sight?!

My eyes have begun to sag so bad, you can't see my eyelashes anymore! I study them in the mirror, trying to understand how they could have betrayed me in such a way after all those decades of nightly eye creams. I remember when I was around 18, a woman about my current age told me how beautiful my eyes were and stressed to me to take care of them. Pointing to her own sagging eyelids, she ordered me to apply olive oil to them every night before I went to bed, to keep them from ending up like hers.

Panicked at the thought that my eyes could ever look so old and saggy, I immediately went out and bought a bottle of olive oil, and virtually every night of my life since, I have not missed applying some type of cream touted to save your eyes. Of course the olive oil became official eye creams as I got older and could afford real eye creams, but the point is, I have always used something. So why then, when I look in the mirror do I see the old eyes of a woman with a warning from my youth.

The bottom line is aging is inevitable, and we all have to do it, we just might not end up doing it the way we anticipate. I never believed for a minute that I would not age, but of course we always want to be that one person who holds up better than anyone else. Alas, I am the older generation now, no matter how much I feel the same inside.

I got so caught up in my woe is me attitude about my face, I almost forgot to tell you about one of the solutions I have discovered for it. My friend Jamie Wood, has this little machine that is a home version of a galvanic spa. It is hand held, and applies a slight current to tighten the muscles in your skin. I wrote about it recently, under the title "My own personal fountain of youth", so scroll down and read it if you missed it.

I have only just begun these home treatments and I have been amazed at the results. I, of course, am focusing on my face, those jowls and sagging eyelids, but it can be used all over your body. If you feel like I do, and are not quite ready to give up on how you look, you really need to check out her website. I am not affiliated in any way with this company, and have no reason to tell you this, other than the fact that it works. My eyes look younger already, something I never thought possible! You can get to her website by clicking here, Jamie Wood. You really should consider it.