Sept 9th... fighting the inevitable.

32……. Why must you hate me so much? I have been with you for less than a week and I get the suspicious feeling you won’t be any better to me than 31 was! I mean when I was with 24 I always felt vibrant, sexy, and thin…… but 32 you are a bastard! I wish I could wrap my head around this horrible relationship we share!


Maybe I should just come to terms with you? Accept what you really are? But look around 32, you are beginning to take a toll on me! You make me tired and you even make my back hurt. No, it is nothing like when 30 gave me sciatica and arthritis. It is even worse! I swim 1200 meters a day and still nothing…. I have numerous dance, yoga, and Pilates classes a week, to no avail. 32……. You still keep making my ass fatter! I eat leaves for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still can’t loss a pound! I dream of cheesecake pillows, covered in peanut butter cups……but I know if one were to pass my lips you, 32, would seek your revenge on my thighs! I spend most of my days covered wrist to neck hiding the damage you have done. Avoiding mirrors and eye contact has become a bit of a hobby as well.

I know that I can not leave you with out dire consequences. But maybe, just maybe I can go back to 29 in a fantasy? Maybe I can just tell everyone I am still with 29, even though on the inside I would know the dark painful truth.

32, you are a bastard and although I feel like this today, I hope that I can somehow, one day, come to terms with what you really are….. and maybe even love you. But from what I hear I will probably be with 45 when I do!