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S-Des said:I wonder how many people really have that dichotomy. I hear so many say that they feel younger, but I don't in any way, shape, or form (although to be fair, it could be the extra 60lbs I'm carrying now). I was kind of hoping to get people's take on it in a humorous way, because it is interesting how different people's experiences are as they age. My 20's were very wild with the long hair and all the shows, so now I feel like I'm slowing down as I play less and do sound more (and have less girls ask me to sign their breasts). I think in my case, the aches and pains contribute greatly to my feeling my mortality. Nothing is going to make the knees or back better, and it's hard to play the whole, "I feel young" card when I'm limping.
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In the TMI category:
My 20s were marked by a gradual weight gain that resulted from taking a desk job right out of college & being more sedentary than ever before. Added to that was a growing malaise because I married for the wrong reason (to "settle myself down") to the wrong person (a safe, reliable ... boring ... man). It piled on slowly until, at 29, I was carrying almost 40 extra pounds. I whipped myself into shape & shed that weight in preparation for a trip to Jamaica ... then returned home and promptly got pregnant (intentionally).
The hormonal changes that came with that pregnancy (and the three that followed it) really fucked up my insulin metabolism -- and my 30s were a wicked cycle of depression, weight gain, and debilitating physical pain from the cysts building up on my ovaries. (Hindsight, of course, being 20/20, I see all this clearly now.) Chronic physical pain -- like the type of back pain I was experiencing throughout my menstrual cycle -- does nasty things to my depression, and it culminated in lying in a pool of my own puke in a hotel room after swallowing a bottle of my son's muscle relaxants that I'd been saving a few pills at a time over several months. I was SO pissed when I woke up because I knew I didn't have the energy to stockpile enough pills to do it again.
I was lucky, really, at 38 to get a solid diagnosis and a means of pulling myself out of that cycle. Lost almost 100# low carbing, whipped my metabolism back into line, and got fit. The last piece to my recovery was a complete hysterectomy in late summer of 2005. I've literally never felt better. Maybe it's because the memories of pain are so fresh -- or maybe it's because I'm healthier than I've ever been since adolescence -- or both.
So, yeah, I've never felt younger.

