So today I am preparing to go out-of-town for yet another milestone, my 30th High school reunion. I hated high school. I was not one of the popular girls and that was ok with me. In fact if it weren’t for Facebook and coming across other ‘normal people’ I went to school with, I wouldn’t even bother going, but now many of us have reconnected and people who would have never gone to these things are going. Three of my girlfriends and I are leaving our husbands behind, renting a room together, and I think we will create a slumber party atmosphere as we pig out on cookies and popcorn and catch up on 30 years of our lives apart.
Wow 30 years! If you had asked me at 17 what I’d be doing 30 years from now, I probably would have suspected I’d be dead. And honestly with the lifestyle of my teens and early 20’s, I probably should be. When you are that age you don’t think of the consequences of your actions. I try every day to instill that thought into my two boys. If I had known that little fact 30 years ago I may have done things differently, but then again probably not.
Ah youth, something so easy to take advantage of and yet so fleeting. What I’d give for a wrinkle free face, a tight ass, and a flat stomach. And the energy, my god what I’d trade for that energy! I truly think the heavens got this aging thing all wrong, we should start old and grow young, like Benjamin Button. What good is the knowledge of 50 years when you no longer have the energy to do anything with that knowledge? It’s sucks!
I think back to that time especially my early 20’s and how I abused my body. It was one never ending party. Yep I was a party girl, up all night trying pretty much everything that came my way. I was living the high life, literally. Never sleeping, drinking ,drugs, you name it, most likely I tried it. It’s a wonder I came out whole on the other side…or did I? Flash Forward about 25 years and I find out I am hypo-thyroid, now on thyroid medicine for life. Forward another 4 and I had reached full blown adrenal fatigue. I couldn’t hardly get out of bed, I started having major skin infections, and then the anxiety set in, sleepless nights of worry and panic, maybe I was going mental. Life as I knew it had ended. I was a mess.
Now some of this is natural aging it happens to every woman, but I can’t help but think had I taken better care of myself, I may had been able to have kids, (my boys are adopted) my transition into menopause would have been easier, and I think much later. I mean menopause at 46? What’s wrong with that picture? But my body came to a screeching halt> My very cells screamed… NO MORE ABUSE! TAKE CARE OF US OR WE>>>YOU>>>WILL DIE!
Let me tell you I listened. It’s only been one year since that protest and I must say I feel better than I have in probably 15 years and I’m getting better everyday. I may never have that flat stomach of 25, but by god I’m getting close. And my energy is returning too. And believe it or not, this weekend I will be that party girl once again, within the limits of wisdom of course.
So how did I come about this transition? Stay tuned and I’ll tell you how.
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