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by c.h.ha
the 30s is all downhill
December 29th, 2009 by Christine
When you’re in your 20s, you’re invincible. You live on fried chicken specials, 50-cent house drinks,3 hours of sleep, and you get by just fine. Then you graduate to the next decade, and it’s all downhill from here.
I turned 30 this year, and it’s funny how my freshly 30-year-old friends agree with the ailing and ebbing of our once fabulous bodies. Once I hit 30, I find myself turning more and more into my mother. Dry skin has plagued me, manifesting in the form of patches on parts of my body that never before needed moisturizing and the notorious tight Botox-like face. Dry skin, as many women know, leads to premature aging and wrinkling, and it wasn’t until recently, that I had to start worrying about turning into a prune. Now I occasionally slip into the obsession of American media and society and spend hours reading about which night cream is the best at fighting aging.
I’ve also noticed I can no longer withstand cold weather. This winter has been colder than usual in Houston, and I find myself miserable, constantly complaining about my hypothermic toes. I think about how all the old people migrate to the South during winter, and now I know why. I could never live up north. I’d much rather sweat my ass off 8 months of the year. Besides, humidity combats aging.
Along with the cold, I’ve developed some sinus problems. I cannot breathe normally at night, and I wake up often with sinus pressure and pain. The funny thing is I can recall as a child my mother doing all sorts of crazy things to relieve sinus problems, dry skin, and wrinkles. It’s really true (and somewhat scary) that we really do turn into our parents as we get older. Despite all this and the general consensus that aging sucks, I don’t mind it too much. I’m much happier where I am now than when I was a pimply, brace-faced adolescent.
LOL… it ain’t all that bad… will tell you what 40’s like in a few.
I will tell you this though… my food tastes have changed and I sleep less than I did in my 20’s. Go figure…
don’t lie…u never had that many pimples.
there’s an episode of “how i met your mother” that you should watch. title called “Murtaugh”. definitely can relate to all of us 30-birds. i strained my calf playing football with hang’s friends over thanksgiving…. and they all called me old. ugh.
lol.. wow.. 30’s sounds soo young to me!
you can still pass for a high schooler if that’s any consolation
Peter - I thought you were already in your 40s? ;p