Oh, the dirty 30s. Growing older has never really bothered me that much. I’m a self-professed “kidult.” I’ve always felt perpetually 14, so birthdays never really fazed me. But they’re starting to faze my body.
Here I am, 32 today, and my body has decided to pay attention. No. 1 sign my body has caught on: adult acne. Mmm, it’s oh-so fun! For the last couple of weeks my skin has gone berserk with the planet-sized boils on my grill. I finally went to a dermatologist. She kindly recommended a new skin regimen and then reluctantly gave me the WORST news known to woman. She said that because I’m older (and she stumbled over that older part!) my skin won’t heal as fast as it used to, so all of the acne scars I’ve accumulated as of late will take even longer to go away. Go aging!
Second sign my body knows what’s up: workout plans and eating better don’t change my body as quickly as they used to. When I was in my early 20s I could run a couple times a week and see muscle and definition and awesome energy. Now I’m eating cleaner than I ever have, I’m sticking to my workouts religiously, but like my skin, my healing time and physical changes come slowly…like turtle speed. My knees are creaking and cracking after runs. I may be a kidult at heart, but my body’s not buying it. It doesn’t help that I’m a Pisces—a sign known for retaining water, having a low metabolism and extremely sensitive to negative gym energy (more on that in a later post!). I have some interesting hurdles facing me!
So for this birthday, I’m accepting that I can feel and act however old I want, but I need to respect and take care of the body of a 32-year-old. And I’m cool with that. Anything that keeps the moans, groans and planet-sized pimples away! Aging gracefully? Forget that! I want to age fearlessly and strong!
How do you feel about turning another year older? —Tish