Whoo Hoo! So today is my 29th birthday which makes only one year away until I hit the big 3-0. When talking about anyone else on the planet, 30 sounds young. But when I’m talking about myself I feel old. Don’t they say your body goes down hill when you turn 30? No more eating junk on the fly late at night expecting it to disappear like magic by morning. Now, it wants to hang around a little. Get to know you some. Before you know it, food wants to bring along some friends to the party. Here enters fatso (aka stomach cushion) and dimple thighs as you may know them. They’re like those annoying people that NEVER leave the scene long after everyone else has gone home. Nope, not them. They’re still hanging around dancing the jiggle and it’s not a pretty picture. And what about all the other medical concerns that you have to watch for when your 30? All of sudden you’re introduced to new things like blood pressure, cholesterol, mammogram, saturated fat, and things start popping that never popped before. It’s like sleeping in school all sememster and turning 30 is the final exam. You now have to know things like “Did your 2nd cousin’s brother-in-law’s grandfather’s step-mom have polyofeamergloctdytosis (totally made up but I added tosis to the end so maybe it does exisit) because looking at your charts….” What?? Thank goodness I still have another year to go before I have to study for that final. While some things in life have to change others never do. This first picture was taken when I was a month old. Even then I looked like I was up to no good, ready to ham it up a little for the camera
29 years later and I’m still up to no good.