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What's happening to me?!

A crazy thing happened on my 30th birthday - I had my first unexplained pain. I'm serious. It was amazing. Like my body was trying to tell me "You're OFFICIALLY not a kid anymore." I know I'm not old...far from it. And, generally, I'm in good health and feel pretty good. But, after 30+ years of use even the most efficient  machine is going to show some wear and tear. It will need some special maintenance and extra love. Geez, I sound like a used car.

Matt and I were discussing this the other night. He turned to me as we were watching television and said, "have you noticed it's harder to get comfortable?" Yes, I have. Those positions that used to bring me such lazy joy now seem like they are designed to kill me. My favorite sleep position, for example, used to be laying on my tummy with my hands under the pillow. Today, my arms go to sleep and I wake up with pins and needles. Not to mention a "crick" in my neck. lol

Oh, the "crick." Can someone explain to me how the hell you can get hurt from doing nothing?

As I sit on the brink of a big birthday (35), I know these things are just going to get worse. And it makes me a little sad that Isabel will never know me as a bouncy 19 year old. Let's just say a big "Thanks" to the person who invented Ibuprofen. The good news is that, along with my random aches and pains, I have menopause to look forward to.





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  1. The Austin Editor 2/03/2013

    I love your blog, fellow chilihead!

    :)

    (Marshall)

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