I strategically titled this blog post for those of you who are easily grossed out to not read. But I promise to keep the gruesome details to a minimum so no one goes running to the nearest garbage can or toilet.
This week, I got a hangnail. It hurt a little at first. And as the days increased it hurt worse and worse. Then I went country dancing. This involved hand-touching and whatnot, causing my poor finger to be torn to shreds. Now, to prevent my finger from becoming like string cheese, I have a gob of neosporin and my last carebear bandaid wrapped around it. I'm hoping to wake up to a fresh new finger.
Hangnails are irritating. Zits are irritating times ten. Not to mention when they are in the perfect spot to become a "third eyeball", as my dad likes to point out. I thought I was done with zits. Apparently not, especially when one appears in a spot that has never before been a home to these little, red face-volcanoes.
I've been eating really bad. Fruit? What's that? I think the last time I ate a vegetable was 4 days ago when I went to my roommates parent's house for dinner. Of course they gave me a balanced meal, only to return home to my apartment of saltines, toast and cereal. This unhealthy diet of mine, which I admit to and am fully aware of, needs to go. Not only because I feel icky, but because everytime my nutrition teacher mentions the recommended daily intake of a certain food or vitamin, I cringe knowing I don't live up to those standards.
These above body malfunctions are, I actually think, symptoms. Symptoms of what, though? I thought you'd never ask. In only a matter of hours, I will be entering... drum roll... my twenties. No more teeny bopper. No more eating what I want and not blimping up. No more loud music in the car. No more nothin. But even worse than my life coming to an end as I know it, my body is falling apart! I mean, hangnails, zits, and tummy aches all in the same 4 days? Definately a sign of aging, right? If you really think about it, I'm halfway to 40. Which is halfway to 80. Which means I'm done for.
3 comments:
Hay, it is OK to eat crappy if you run. You are running...aren't you?
Oh my gosh, I totally feel the same. When I turned 20 (almost a year ago) everything changed. Seriously!!!! I all the sudden couldn't eat whatever I wanted and I broke out in zits (which never really happened before). I'm aging too....it sucks! 20 is a hard year getting used to zits and restraining food...GOOD LUCK!! haha I love reading your blog. You're a really good writer!
Happy Happy Birthday today Hayley! Your blog is so funny, I love it. It is funny how all of a sudden your body is like "hmmm, I don't like this so I'm going to make you feel like crap!" You're an old lady, one more year and we can go out and get drunk! or not get kicked out of Casinos, since I know you do both of those things all the time.
Have a wonderful day full of good food!!! Maybe you can get someone to take you out to get a salad!
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