Saturday, June 02, 2007
Aged...no really
Here I am, 45 years of age. I am OLD!!! You might be asking, how do I know this fact? Let's review the truth of the matter.
- I remember the days that I could be up 48 straight hours without much of a problem. When the boys were babies, I could easily exist on 3 hours of sleep. Now, I'm falling over tired if I don't get at least 6 straight hours of sleep. SAD.
- Ooh, the days when I could eat anything. I'd get off work at midnight, and head to the Varsity for 2 chili dogs, a chili burger, onion rings and a large coke. Start eating at around 1am, go to bed at 3am and sleep like a baby. Now, I eat a taco and I risk a blowout (think of the opposite end from my mouth) and a night of heartburn. SAD.
- The weekends were not quite one big party, but they certainly wouldn't have been spent going to grocery stores, dollar stores and really bad pizza places. And all of them were basically my idea. SAD.
- Multi-tasking was no big deal. Had to do 3 things at once, great. Let me at it. Now, one at a time...and I better hope I've had enough caffeine to keep me focused. SAD.
- My eyes worked so well that I considered them marvels. I could see the smallest print on the planet. I could see long distances without a problem. No blurring here. Now, I have to wear computer glasses. If I don't, by the end of a work week, I'm basically blind. SAD.
- Even though I was never the most in shape person on the planet, if a pick-up basketball game came up, I could play well enough and long enough to not be embarrassing. Now, if I have to walk up and down my driveway I consider it exercise. SAD.
- When younger, I was fluffy, maybe even considered a teddy bear. Now, I'm just fat. SAD.
- Little to nothing would anger me. Life would just roll off my back, no reason to get upset. Now, when my sons argue I can feel my blood pressure rising. And all they are arguing about is the remote control for the TV. They are boys, after all. SAD.
So, let's all raise our hands if I am old as shit. Yup, that's what I thought. All hands are up. Hell, a few of you have both hands raised.
SAD.
- I remember the days that I could be up 48 straight hours without much of a problem. When the boys were babies, I could easily exist on 3 hours of sleep. Now, I'm falling over tired if I don't get at least 6 straight hours of sleep. SAD.
- Ooh, the days when I could eat anything. I'd get off work at midnight, and head to the Varsity for 2 chili dogs, a chili burger, onion rings and a large coke. Start eating at around 1am, go to bed at 3am and sleep like a baby. Now, I eat a taco and I risk a blowout (think of the opposite end from my mouth) and a night of heartburn. SAD.
- The weekends were not quite one big party, but they certainly wouldn't have been spent going to grocery stores, dollar stores and really bad pizza places. And all of them were basically my idea. SAD.
- Multi-tasking was no big deal. Had to do 3 things at once, great. Let me at it. Now, one at a time...and I better hope I've had enough caffeine to keep me focused. SAD.
- My eyes worked so well that I considered them marvels. I could see the smallest print on the planet. I could see long distances without a problem. No blurring here. Now, I have to wear computer glasses. If I don't, by the end of a work week, I'm basically blind. SAD.
- Even though I was never the most in shape person on the planet, if a pick-up basketball game came up, I could play well enough and long enough to not be embarrassing. Now, if I have to walk up and down my driveway I consider it exercise. SAD.
- When younger, I was fluffy, maybe even considered a teddy bear. Now, I'm just fat. SAD.
- Little to nothing would anger me. Life would just roll off my back, no reason to get upset. Now, when my sons argue I can feel my blood pressure rising. And all they are arguing about is the remote control for the TV. They are boys, after all. SAD.
So, let's all raise our hands if I am old as shit. Yup, that's what I thought. All hands are up. Hell, a few of you have both hands raised.
SAD.