Monday, March 14, 2011

Falling Apart

Yesterday was my birthday and as of last year, I'm no longer keeping count.  I'll just leave it at that.

I was at my monthly Bunco game last night and it dawned on me that, so far, all we'd talked about all evening was our health or our spouse's health. 

I'm thinking to myself, is this what it's come to?  We're talking about vision problems, recommending a good ENT specialist, and the fact that in the last month I've seen the chiropractor more times than I care to admit. 

I was relieved when, by the end of the evening, another woman and I were lamenting our children's issues with constipation.  Finally!  We're back on someone else's physical woes other than our own!  I figure that as long as I'm still able to talk publicly about one of my kids' poop, then I must still be somewhat young.  Right?!  Or at least, that's what I'm going to keep telling myself.

Everyone says that age is all relative.  I don't have a clue what they mean by that.  I also hear people tell me that age is just a number.  Yes!  It's a number that represents how many years I've been stomping around this Earth.  I still feel like high school was last month and that college was only yesterday.

I attended a conference over the weekend and saw a few people who were acquaintances in college.  I couldn't get over how old they looked!  I'm thinking, "These are people the same age as me!  What's happened to them?  Why aren't they taking care of themselves?"

So, when the alarm clock went off at 5:15 this morning, as much as I'd rather keep right on sleeping, I got out of bed and did my morning workout.  I owe it to myself and my family.  I don't want to have anything to add to those conversations about our aches and pains and ailments in the future.

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