My friends were freaking out when they turned 30 -- I laughed at them. To the their faces.
My friends were spazzing out when they reached the age of 40 -- I scoffed in their presence.
When I turned 50 my mortality smacked me right in the face. My friends got their revenge.
I have not changed my eating habits. My weight remains the same. Yet this body of mine is daily changing before my eyes. My shape is developing bumps/lumps that are driving me absolutely loony.
Gray hairs are popping out all over. I look in the mirror each morning to see another one staring at me from an eyebrow that I swear was not there yesterday. My tweezers are getting a workout.
I have annoying aches and pains in my lower back, a couple finger joints and my heart does a few strange rhythms every so often.
I look back at my 20's, 30's and 40's and wonder why I didn't do a little more of "this" or "that".
I am debating when to cut my hair. You know "older" ladies just don't wear longer locks.
I have started taking vitamins and supplements I had not heard of two years ago like Glucosamine Chondroitin, Omega3 Fish Oil and baby aspirin.
I joined a gym. Me. In a gym. Mind boggling.
The two piece bathing suit has permanently left my reality. Tank suits here I come!!
I have to tell you I am NOT liking the physicality of this growing older stuff. Not one little bit. I am grappling with the fact that it is my turn to experience what I can do nothing to stop. Zip Nada. To use a favorite expression of mine from years past which sums up my current struggles perfectly -- "This is really yucky!!!"
