The Art of Aging

Summer has begun and with it brings lots of birthday's and birthday parties, including Dan's, mine, and Katelynn's. Dan and I have had many conversations lately regarding "Getting Old" and I tease him all the time about the big 4-0 looming over him. For men, it is receding hair lines and/or going bald and then the infamous big beer belly (that nicely Dan does not have!) For woman it is usually gray hair and a big behind. Of course, I cannot follow the easy path on the art of aging. I do not have any sights of gray hair, but instead I seem to be getting varicose veins already. I knew the time would come eventually because they are hereditary and are on both sides of my family, but really this soon? I noticed it awhile back, but with winter you can cover it with your pants and jeans. As short season and summer are now here, I have obviously been sporting my legs to attempt to get some color on them. The other day Dan finally noticed it on my leg, "What is that?" - That darling is a lovely reminder of me getting old, it's called varicose veins. After that was a big conversation on how to get rid of them and about my mom and all the times that she has fixed hers and I am sitting their in the back of my head thinking again, here goes all my money to medical bills. I think I would gladly trade my girlfriends for a few strands of gray hair that I can then have an excuse for additional trips to the salon than to have these veins tormenting my legs.
Sign of the time # 2. Most woman will gain weight as they get older, which I have now determined is because we do not have time to exercise, our days are full. But once again this is not the problem that I get to face. I instead have been dealing with being unable to sit on my ass because when I decide to get out of the chair my tailbone has decided it doesn't like me anymore. This pain started when I was pregnant with Junior and I went to the chiropractor a few times and it was solved. Well, it's back and has been for about 2 months now. It was a funny joke for awhile with people that maybe Dan needed to take it a little easy on me, but alas, it is funny to me no more! I have finally went back to the chiropractor and let me explain what a joy (sarcasm) it is to have some random guy asking you questions about your tailbone and why it hurts and then having to feel around the area (of course in an appropriate way, but you know where your tailbone is!). Last week I had an appointment and discovered that I have issues with my ass (my terminology), my muscles do not get stretched and I do not exercise enough or stretch and it's making all the muscles stressed and is causing some of the nerves to freak out and thus causing my tailbone issues. The chiropractor is going to show me some stretches and continue to do some adjustments at the same time, but I have to get off my butt and work out - oh joy, at least it's summer. I'm not sure how the Doctor took me when he's explaining that my "glutes" are tight and blah, blah, blah and I turn and say to him "So, you are telling me that I have to go home and tell people that it's not my tailbone that is the issue, it's my ass?" I couldn't help myself, really. And yet again, in the back of my mind I hear a little "poof" which is the money from my wallet once again leaving me for the cost of medical help. I think again that I would rather have a little weight gain issue that I could at least work off on my own, because I now have to start working out and pay for it!
So this week, woe is me as I start trenching up the ladder of age.