Not By The Hair of My Chinny Chin Chin

I've never put much thought into getting older. I'd like to think I'm very "Oprah" about aging. But after the week I've had I would very much like to be 29 again...

Nine days ago I turned 30. The actual turning didn't hurt at all. In fact it was a very good day. The night before the turning, 3 of my favorite friends, Erin, Carrie, and Kayelynne took me out to dinner for my birthday. We stayed out late and took our time getting home because we couldn't stop laughing. I woke up Wednesday feeling happy and rested. Brent came home early to give me my birthday present which was a real surprise. He got me a new violin. I was very excited and even cried a bit. Later that night Brent took me out to dinner to a not so surprise party that I found out about two weeks earlier. I spent the evening with a bunch of my favorite people eating Korean food. It was a good day.

Two days after the big 3-0 I hopped on my bathroom scale. I was sad to see it 3 lbs higher. I wasn't to worried cuz I thought it was probably water. Well Sunday comes around and I hop on again. Up another 2lbs. So is this what turning 30 means? 5 lbs in one week? Well, I felt optimistic because I knew just what to do. A couple weeks of water, egg whites, oatmeal, fish, and exercise usually does the trick.

I woke up at 6:30 am on Monday morning. I had a great work out planned of weights and running. I felt determined to enter my 30's on a good start regardless of the scale. I grabbed my shoes and sat down to put them on. I bent over to lace them up and never got back up. You see, turning 30 means that my back goes out while doing simple every day things. I've never had a sore back in my life. But now that I'm 30...
I spent the rest of the day laying in bed and cursing my luck. Every time I took a deep breath I felt like my back was going to snap.

I knew that at some point I would have to feed my kids lunch so I decided to get in the car and go for take out. Instead of the low cal meal I had intended on, I ordered a Happy Meal and ate it alone in my room hunched over in my bed while crumbs fell all over. Gross! This is me depressed.

Later that day I hobbled into my bathroom to wash my face and clean up from my slothful lunch. As my hands washed my face I felt a little poke on my finger from something. I looked in the mirror closer and found that I had a hair on my chin!!! A big black one that was clearly visible. I looked closer and saw a second one on its way out. What the @#&*&%$%&*!!!
I'm 30, gaining weight, broken, and growing ugly old lady whiskers on my chin. I'm depressed. That night I took a Tylenol PM and went to bed at 7:00 pm.

I stayed in bed for about 2 1/2 days feeling awful. But by Wednesday evening I managed to pull myself up by my bootstraps. I've since pulled the hair out of my chinny chin chin, lost 3 of the 5lbs, and am back to running my daily 4 miles in record time. Take that 30!