By Jen Adair, Blogger at Slightly Tilted, Entreprenuer, Homeschool Mom to two fab kiddos
I’m turning 40 next month. It’s not really a big deal. You know, for those 5 minutes a day that I don’t think about it.
Last week I went to the doctor because I was hurting everywhere. I mean, everywhere. It turns out I had tennis elbow in both arms and a pinched nerve in my back that made my right leg feel like it was on fire.
I walked in a 39-year-old woman with an achy body and walked out feeling 90 years old with a new medical vocabulary.
How did this happen to me?! I don’t even play tennis! I don’t deserve to be falling apart with medical injuries named after a sport in which I don’t participate! That’s just not right.
I feel 18 on the inside, but my body is constantly reminding me I’m not all that and a bag of chips anymore. (Did I just date myself even more by saying “all that and a bag of chips”?! Jeez!!) I’m like a musical instrument when I walk — snapping ankles, creaking knees, and a bunch of sighing.
And I work out! I exercise daily! I stretch! I eat right! It’s frustrating.
When I was younger — like yesterday — Botox seemed crazy to me. Inject yourself with a known poison just to make wrinkles go away? No way!
Now, it’s like…what’s the recovery time? Can I put it in that crease between my butt and thighs to lift my booty? Just how much can I use before it’s considered a “lethal dose”?
I mean…I haven’t used it yet, but it’s worth a little research, right?
I asked my mom just the other day at what age you feel like a responsible, fully-grown adult whose body matches the way you feel on the inside. She said she didn’t know yet.
I love that answer. I’ll always be 18 on the inside, even if I don’t look that way to the rest of the world and my body is crumbling around me. So cheers to all you youngins’ trapped in a body that won’t fully cooperate anymore! Put on your dancing shoes today and throw back the Advil tomorrow.
We’ve got some living to do.
Hey. I’m Jen Adair. I’m an entrepreneur. Homeschool mom. CEO of organized chaos. Ok – it’s really not all that organized. Some days are great, some are not, some days I feel invincible, some days I can barely get out of bed. BUT…it’s my life and I’m living it. Browse my collection of random thoughts, humor (well, I think I’m funny!), images, links, whatever…at my blog Slightly Tilted. Sharing is caring, people! 🙂
