(A friend mentioned this quote to me this past weekend. It really made me stop and think for a minute.)
I’m sure this will be the first post of many about hittin’ the big age-that-we-not-mention.
Yeah, I’m there.
I don’t like it.
But, the first step is admitting that you have a problem. So, here you go.
I have a problem reaching such age.
That age is for old people (sorry, friends that are of that certain age and beyond).
It’s just the truth.
At least, that’s what I’ve always thought.
Until, now …
My thinking is changing.
I’m so far from being old.
So. Far.
But, there are certain things I have noticed in my life that are rearing their ugly heads and saying, “Yeah … you’re gettin’ old.”
The first thing I’ve noticed is my need for slippers. I never wore slippers much until this past year. And, now, I wear them every day. I can’t wait to put them on. Weird. Before now, I thought only grandmas wore slippers.
The second thing came into play this weekend when I bought a cardigan and got excited that it was reversible. How many young people do you know that get giddy over anything that’s reversible? None.
And, the last thing … I’ve forgotten since the time I thought of this post about 30 minutes ago. Classic.
It may have had something to do with elastic in pants … no, that wasn’t it.
Darn. Can’t remember.
But, this will definitely be the year I fight my metabolism, that ugly beast.
I have finished my 30-day diet I posted about a month or so ago. I had lost 8 lbs. in 3 weeks, then, weighed myself this past weekend and had gained 4 lbs. back after doing the EXACT same thing I had done the previous weeks.
I gorged myself on cereal, bread, cookies, coke, and candy all weekend in rebellion.
I have a tendency to be rebellious. I know … shocking.
But, my rebellion can go either way. Rebellion for good or rebellion for bad.
It’s something I struggle with. It’s the reason I eat Cap’n Crunch and Lucky Charms. To rebel against all those childhood years my mom did not allow me to eat sugary cereals. I ate oatmeal and cream of wheat almost every morning.
Now my rebellion is for good.
I will rebel against this body of mine. I refuse to “age.” I refuse to gain any weight.
The scale telling me I gained 4 lbs. will only make me stronger … well … after my 2 days of binging and complaining.
So, don’t worry. I will not quit. I will continue to fight. And, even fight harder when my body calls me a “sucka” and laughs in my face. Rebellion in action.
See? I am coming to grips with it.
Sometimes, rebellion is a good thing. Mmmhmm.
I love slippers…and I'm 27. I have two favs…even the dog has a pair (that she chews…).
You HAVE to wear slippers here in Minnesota or risk getting yourself flipped out of bed when you crawl in and snuggle up. 😉
I hate the "skin tags" that my mother warned me about.
"Mom, what is that growing on your neck? Gross!"
"Just you wait Sara Kay! Getting old sucks."
I performed surgery on myself this weekend, cut off 3 of them. It took guts, and it hurt like CRAZY, but I got 3 off them! now, only 27 to go.
I hit "that age" this summer. I still feel young and when I state my age – well – the knowledge that I'm not is blatant. How did I blink and have life fly by so quickly? How did this age arrive so quickly?
I love that quote. When I passed my birthday-not-to-be-named, I did it with flair. Why not treat myself to the birthday party I wanted at 21? So I went to Paris and soaked up every minute of it.
I passed that birthday a few years ago! My first sign of aging was having to get reading glasses (by the way, you may want to make your font a little bigger so you will be able to read it;}). The second was that I can't remember ANYTHING! You have one down and one to go before you are officially "old"!