Tag:Aging
Posted on: February 15, 2008 6:02 am
Edited on: February 15, 2008 6:05 am
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I've Become My Mother

 Being four years shy of turning fifty, I've noticed several things.  I'm getting more offers for low cost burial plans and life insurance, I'll soon be eligible for AARP and...I'm turning into my mother.  Yep, something I've tried to avoid most of my adult life has finally happened.  Don't get me wrong, I love and respect my mother, but I dreaded the thought of becoming her.  I swore to God, when I was younger, I would be out all night partying and never fall asleep on the couch in front of the tv before 9pm.  Now I struggle to keep my eyes open past 8:30.  Yep, I haunt the halls at 3 and 4 am, like she does.

My mother didn't age gracefully and neither am I.  I'm not saying she didn't take her aging with class and dignity, but nature took it's toll on her.  Unfortunately, it's starting to do the same thing to me.  I stand in front of the mirror and inspect every new wrinkle and laugh line, as they get imbedded deeper in my face.  I've contemplated botox injections, but my fear of needles keep me from doing that.  I see the various age  spots popping up and wonder about dermabrasion.  Gravity has also begun to introduce itself, something I won't go into detail on.  Of course, there's the short term memory loss, the need for bifocals and the hearing aid.  I deny the greying with Lady Clairol...no, I don't age gracefully.

Although I've been tempted to do something to keep me looking young, I've admitted to myself that it will be a losing battle, thus, not giving into the means available to me through medical procedures.  However, that doesn't keep me from succumbing to whimsy and seeing what could be possible, through photo enhancement software.  Yes, a click here and the wrinkles and age spots are softer, a cut and paste here, I now have the body of a young, nubile nymphette with surgically enhanced breasts (thanks for showing me THAT possibility Lymanacoconut).

Of course, my career, my life isn't dependent on my age or my bodies ability to handle the stress of a physically demanding job.  In a way, I'm lucky because of this.  I know that I can don my red hat and purple sweatshirt and be happy tending my family and my garden.  Unfortunately, it's not as easy for an "aging" athlete.  The human body can only endure so much and eventually, age will begin to take it's toll.

As we've watched the unfolding drama of Roger Clemens testimony before Congress this past week, and in a way, I feel for him.  At the time that he was alleged to have taken HGH, he was in the "sunset" of his pitching career.  I can see where the temptation to use "artificial means" to keep his edge, may have been strong.  The opportunity to extend his career just a little longer.  I'm not saying that I condone it, especially since it is against league policy, just that I understand it.  Now Clemens reputation and legacy is at stake, and possibly more, should it be found out that his testimony was false.  Yes I feel for him and every other person who finds themselves wanting to rant and rail against the onslaught of getting older. 

 

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