It's official!

It's been creeping up on me slowly, but now it's confirmed, I have Old Lady-Itis.

When’s that turning point? It's like one day you're going along just fine, everything looks good and stays in place and then it just happens. You look at yourself in the mirror and say, Where did my nice supple skin go? I want my baby skin back! You know all nice and plump, no wrinkles or freckles just smooth Alabaster skin. No cares in the world, just hanging out in my Dumbo Romper.

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And then you take a look back at your high school years, What happened to that glow in my face? The only way to achieve that now is with Shimmer and it's just not the same. What was I thinking with those bangs?

It seems as though my new favorite game is called Before and After. You know the one where you stretch your skin out and say Before and then let your skin go and say After. And then you do it real fast Before-After-Before-After. It's actually funny yet sad at the same time. It starts off with my face and works it's way down to my stomach. Where at this point you start telling yourself, you know if I could just get a little Lipo on my stomach and have that shot into my face I would look great.

Maybe if I could get back just a little of my youthfulness just take me back to 23, is that too much to ask.

While you're looking at your face you realize that your arms now have that jiggle underneath, when did that happen? I officially have Grandma Arms. Then I think about how I really want guns like Angelina Jolie, like that will ever happen.

Recently I've started walking during my lunch hour, so now I decide that maybe if I also carry weights I can take care of my arm jiggle. That's all I need as if I don't look crazy enough walking at lunch in tennis shoes and dress clothes, let's add some weights to the mix.

I finally decide to end this game for the evening and go to bed only to wake up the next morning to the Grand Finale. After getting ready for work I iron my clothes, and when I go to hang the ironing board on the door in the Laundry Room it happens.

I somehow pull my back and a shooting/stabbing pain goes through my back and sends me to the floor. While I'm on the floor I'm thinking to myself this must just be a fluke and then realize I can't stand up.

And all I can think of is Oh My God, I am So Old! Who pulls a muscle hanging up an Ironing Board! After trying to straighten up for about 15 minutes I finally have to call Micah out of his slumber to help me out.

After three long days with the Heating Pad and Muscle Relaxers I'm finally back to normal, that is until the next case of Old Lady-Its hits me.