I cant believe its been four years since I last logged in to my blog site.
So much has happened in the last four years.
For starters I would turn 45 this year - don't know if I should be sad or happy about it? 'Overwhelmed' would be an apt emotion to what I'm feeling right now.
Reminiscing the time when I said 40 was naughty and 41 was crazy. Well, 45 sure aint no bed of roses.
Knees, bones, muscles crack and tremble in places you believed never existed in your body. To top it all, being over weight and aging 45 I dared myself to join Zumba.
Woah! it was one big leap of faith for me. I look like one giant yellow dildo vibrating to the beats of Badshah and Punjabi funks. In a class of 45 minutes I take more breaks than I do dance steps.
Don't get me started on food. Now a days, food comes up my food pipe than it goes down. Funny, how people call it 'acid reflex', while I call it a permanent state of -
"Incy Wincy Vomit,
perpetually stuck in your food pipe.
Down came more food and blocked the food pipe up;
Out came Eno,
mixed it in a glass, downed it down the food pipe and hear me Burp!"
Kinda feel bad for messing up the age old rhyme. But hey! what's to be will be.
There is one positive aspect to turning 45 - your husband doesn't seem to be much of a challenge you thought he was in 2020. We don't even bother to venture into the field of fights and arguments anymore. Mutually we agree its no longer worth the effort.
As we grow old we have accepted neither of us is going to change. Like I said - What's done is done! What's to be will be!
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