really. i had to think about it. it’s been that kind of week, between dog surgery and a funeral (two different events) and god knows what else, i’m a little muddled. I’m also tired. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a week – been sleeping on the couch as the mrs. has had a nasty cold and i didn’t want to disturb her sleep as i knew i would be up and down with RLS at least twice a night. (oh i’m starting to whine…and i hate whining). But i don’t seem to be enjoying much these days.
I’m really struggling with getting old. it really sucks, especially when i’m emotionally retarded to the point where i’m about 24 years old, trapped in a more than double the age body which is starting to resemble Jabba the Hut. That’s another reason getting old blows. i can’t (or am not supposed to) eat all the junk I like. I gave up ice cream a while ago, along with chocolate and all other forms of candy. My Doctor who wants me to live forever wants me to give up salt as well. Good luck there. No Kettle chips? No mac and cheese? oh, that’s another thing. he doesn’t want me eating dairy…especially cheese. no cheese? no pizza? no grilled cheese? what the fuck. He doesn’t understand I was born with a sweet tooth the size of Wisconsin. And give up cake? and cookies? Well, the cookies I can live without but not cake. And I’ve always been a soda freak and i’m not supposed to drink that anymore either – don’t even mention diet soda or any ZERO products. they all leave an aftertaste as if i dipped my tongue in a can of Quaker State 10W-40.
I know, I know. Exercise. Didn’t i exercise enough as a kid that i should be retroactively fit until i’m dead?