Well tomorrow I will be 29. Yes, I am almost the big 30. I'm not upset that I will be 30 soon. The thing that sucks is, I think my body hates me now. I don't understand why my body hates me, but it does. It hates to get up in the morning. It hates when it rains. It hates when I eat spicy foods. I doesn't like it when I try and show the kids back bends. It doesn't like me to sit on the floor to long. It doesn't like me to carry heavy things. And my body likes it's fiber. If it doesn't get it's fiber, it will show me that it hates me. Like I said, my body hates me now.
I have noticed the little things like, the starting of the crows feet. Then the sagging boobs. I used to have nice big perky boobs. Now I have to make sure I ware a bra or I will elbow them. Then I have little gray hairs. What the hell is that all about? I am starting to understand the phrase, " getting old is hell".
So Happy Fucking Birthday to me. It's all down hill from here.