5 short years out of college...
If I lift something wrong...it hurts.
If I work out...it hurts
If I get hammered...the next day...it usually hurts (because I don't keep drinkin' water)
If I eat 2lbs of wings...parts of me hurt.
Man...what gives?
Plus, in college, if I ate 2 delicious pounds of wings...I could go back and do it again the next day (and for a low, low price as well). Now, that much food makes me fat. Fat?! COME ON!
Metabolism is the devil.
I'm sure if I were in shape or at least exerting effort to be in shape, I wouldn't hurt as quickly if I did something physically stupid. But, I'm still being lazy and blaming it on anything. It's too cold. I want warmth. I don't want to join a gym. I'm too hungry, too tired, too lazy...
In only a few short years I have gone from a lifestyle of eating multiple Tombstone pizzas with the roommates (or a $5 Hot & Ready from LCs) to watching what I eat. I lived in metabolism changing denial after college. I would take down 1/2 a box of pasta with ease. Rich and I would destroy BWW 3 nights a week. We'd add in beers and a tub...yes a tub...of blue cheese to cool those wings-of-the-night down. So, naturally, when weight gain came along I blamed...something else. Haha...
Subsequently - the weight flux screwed with my lactose tolerance. It's amazing - once I dropped 20, I could eat dairy again. Weird...
This isn't about weight though. It only is because it was fun being able to destroy my body with
sugary delights and take out every night. I could hit the Bermuda triangle of downtown 'Nona then finish it up with some Erbs or Hardees and feel magical in the AM. God...to think about Hardees sober makes my butt go "blerg, blergy, blerg." Ever make you grossed out by the stuff you used to eat but couldn't anymore? I like that I've become involved in the kitchen and educated on food. It allows me to be pickier and help others, if necessary. No one believes an expert of the Little Debbie snack. I can't even remember the last time I had a Nutty Bar or Swiss Cake Roll. Though, the chocolate chip cookies Kim whipped up last night were...are delish.All of this makes me wish corporate America would institute nap hour. Nap time. Nap place. Something. That 230 hump in the day is a monster. I'd happily stay an extra bit longer if I could power nap somewhere clean. Caffeine will tire me out later and I usually pay for it. A nap room...could be genius. Or - let me go into work later.
I know the old white folk in my work love to be at work around 6. HA. If I showed up at 9 someone might poop themselves. I remember fearing the 8am class and now it's when I should be at work. Meh.
Anyway, I'm not old yet but I'll get there and I'm certainly not 21 anymore. The dumb injuries of the past are slowly beginning to stick around longer, linger and just be an irritant.
I remember when I was a kid, we could always tell when Mom was coming up the stairs because her ankle would crack on each stair she hit. I thought "she's old, that'll never happen to me." At the time, she couldn't have been any older than my age. And, of course, when I twist my ankle...crackity crack. Same for the back, or the knee or neck and knuckles. Yikes.
Whatever, though, right? Life is a cycle. You start out as a kid, you peak and then slowly revert back to being a kid. It's not all bad. The rest of us are going through the same thing, we just find new ways to hide it or make up for it.
I don't mind the eating healthier part. I still enjoy a really shitty burger from time to time and I'll always love McNuggets, but they aren't a staple like they once were. My arteries and waistline thank me for that. Mmm...nuggets. I always loved the "dark meat" nuggets from the 80s-90s...tasty...Anyway - that's all that's on my mind tonight. It only came about because my shoulder is still mysteriously sore. Thank goodness Kim purchased me some heating pads (she's the bestest).
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