Crossing Over to the Other Side

It's happening to me. There comes a time when it dawns on you that you are getting older. I had my first realization recently when I purposely put packets of "Splenda" in my purse because sometimes they don't have them in a restaurant when I want them. It was with shame that I reluctantly rummaged through my purse to pull the prized packet out to put in my iced tea. First sign.
Another instance happened when I ordered a cute two-piece pant and hoodie set and then ordered a second one in another color so that I could have them when we are traveling to football games to be comfy in the car. I soon realized that I was describing a "traveling suit". You know the kind older women wear when they go on bus trips, the ones that are pink or some other bright, primary color and have a flower applique or pithy saying on them. I take satisfaction that mine are called "yoga" style pants and are plain with no sayings. but really, how far away is the one I just described?
I'm pretty sure it's all downhill from here, but if I intertwine enough "cool" things into my life maybe I can disguise it a little longer. It's a slippery slope.