Day 297. Aging Sucks

Getting older is not something I dwell on.  I can’t entirely avoid it like I could even four or five years ago, but it’s not constantly on my mind.  Thankfully, because if it agingwas I probably would have stuck my head in the oven long ago.  But yesterday Michelle, over at The Green Study wrote a thought-provoking post on aging.

She was talking about some changes she’s noticing.  Not that she’s old, by any means. But like the rest of us, time’s marching on.

I’ve got to say until the last year or so I didn’t really notice myself getting older.  It’s amazing what we can block out of our minds, isn’t it?  Well, okay, I agree, it’s hard not to notice some things.  Like menopause.  But I know young women with crow’s feet and laugh lines.  And even grey hair.

Look at Anderson Cooper.  Yes, I know he’s a guy.  But he’s still young and his hair is pure white.  That’s my only point here.

Where was I anyway?  Yeah, there comes a point when your memory starts to go.  DON’T PANIC.  It doesn’t mean you have a serious medical condition.  Some memory loss is normal as we — you know — are you really gonna keep making me say it out loud — you know — start piling on the years.

Oh, I remember now.  I was talking about wrinkles.  Nasty word, don’t you think?  W-R-I-N-K-L-E.  It even looks unpleasant.  The word.  Written out.  Let alone how they look on your face.  (sigh).

Anyway, my point was — and is, for that matter — aging can be subtle.  It kinda creeps up on you.  Maybe you gain a bit of weight, you can’t get rid of.  Maybe you start to see some grey hairs here and there.  Just thank your lucky stars if you don’t find them on your chinny-chin-chin.  Sticking straight out of a mole or something.  One long, stiff, dark, impossible-to-ignore hair.  Or two.  Or a couple more.  And if you do, FOR GOD SAKE DO NOT YANK THEM OUT.  THEY’LL MULTIPLY.  Go to a professional and get rid of them properly.

All right, all right, so maybe your ass is a bit closer to the ground than it once was.  But certainly not enough to panic just yet.  So your thighs have a bit of bounce.  It’s not the end of the world.  How often are you in a bathing suit?  And maybe your breasts don’t quite make it into the room before you do, any more.  But they’re not all that far behind.  You’re still looking good.  And it’s amazing what a properly-fitted bra can do.  Ask Oprah if you don’t believe me.  She’s done shows on the subject.

So breathe.  Take some nice, slow, deep breaths.  Right …

Like I was saying, the changes aren’t that obvious.  At least for a while.  And then.  You go to bed one night feeling terrific.  Full of energy.  Full of zip.  Full of piss and vinegar.  Raring to go.  Not a care in the world.  Not an ache or a pain.

And by God, you wake up the next morning and, as you’re rolling over in bed, you get a shooting pain in your hip.  Or your knee.  Or your shoulder.  “What’s this”, you mutter to yourself, still half asleep.  What the bloomin’ hell!!  I’ll be damned!!

Yeah, baby.  The party’s over.  It’s all downhill now.  Your body has become a better predictor of the weather than the cable guy, who’s been staring at high-and-low-pressure-systems for the past twenty years.  You know when it’s damp.  You know when it’s humid.  You know when it’s gonna rain.  You know when to get out the heating pad, the liniment, the Tylenol, the antacids, the laxatives and the truss for your hubby.  You know because your body tells you.  Your suddenly showing-signs -of-age body.  Your suddenly feeling-its-age body.

Shoot me now.

Yeah, baby.  Get ready.  Here it comes.  Lift and separate bras.  Anti-aging serums for your skin.  Cold-pressed green juice for you.  Vitamins for women fifty plus.  I kid you not.  Go to Whole Foods and they’re right there, on the shelf.  Slimming, butt-lifting, tummy-flattening, jeans, designed specifically for, uh, how do I put this delicately, for, the more mature  woman.  As in, you’ve really got to stop trying to cram yourself into those low-rise, low-slung jeans your daughter wears.

Yeah.

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41 thoughts on “Day 297. Aging Sucks

  1. It certainly does creep up on you! I was an avid jogger for almost 2 decades. Then a few years ago, my right knee started to hurt every time I went for a run (coincidentally, not long after I hit 40…) I’ve had to get creative on my approach to fitness, think of alternatives. I can still go for an occasional s-l-o-w jog, but I think my running days are largely behind me. 😦

    • Yes, it affects all of us eventually, whether we jog or play tennis or hike or even do yoga. Nasty business, it is!

  2. The only thing that’s feeling young is my period…I’m back where I started, making a mess, will not obey the date on the calendar, incapacitating headaches and backaches… My mom says it’s the beginning of the end, premenopause is near… Fransi, I’m not only losing my memory, I’m also losing my eyesight! Yikes… Alexandra

  3. life through the years not years in your life. After all don’t feel bad. 🙂 I’ve read one book, Tuesday’s With Morrie by Mitch Albom. It’s quite good. After that I salute people who lived for their old-age with meaning in their lives. 🙂

    • I don’t feel bad. I have a great life. even when my knee hurts. :). I read the book as well. It’s a wonderful story.

  4. I do plan on giving up my long hair . . . someday. But NEVER my blonde! It mixes nicely with all my grays. 😉 As for aging/birthdays, as my mama always said, “It beats the alternative!”

  5. When I think about it I realize that I never want to go back not even for that young lithe body I used to have. I like my life now. I spend less time looking in the mirror so I’m partially in denial. 🙂 You made me laugh…thanks!

  6. This post reminded me of the great Coco Chanel quote which I am paraphrasing here “Nature gives you the face at 20; character gives you the face at 40”. I am now at the age that I am constantly aware of peers who are using botox and restalyn and all those other techniques I am not familiar with…I figure this is me, and it comes with some aches & pains / gray hair / wrinkles / age spots after years in the sun but you know what? I wouldn’t give up any of the things that caused all of those in a minute…we have earned our “badges” and by not erasing them, we honour them…

    • I had absolutely no problems. No hot flashes, no insomnia. Nothing. Now having said that, there are still hormones I am not getting. Which probably accounts for some of the other little things I now notice or feel but it wasn’t a big horror show. Hope it’s the same for you.

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