5 Signs That You Are Growing Up
I don’t know how it happened, but for the first time in my life I’ll be seeing a chiropractor this afternoon. It’s kind of a shock for me, since I rarely have the need to go to any type of doctor. I’ve finally had enough of the back pain. It’s time to go and at least give this thing a shot.
I’m a relatively young person, (not quite 30) but in the last few years I’ve really started noticing that the little things I used to just brush off, aren’t brushing off anymore. For example the back pain I’ve had for 4 months now. It used to be I would take some advil, go to bed, wake up and feel fine. I’ve given up on that one. So here are my 5 signs that I’m growing up, and not a young kid anymore. I’m sure at some point no matter how much older you are, you can relate.
5. You actually go to the doctor.
Remember when you didn’t need to go unless you were really sick? For me, I went 4 years without seeing a doctor throughout my college years.
4. You start looking forward to bedtime.
Sleep was kind of an optional thing back in the day. Then when you have kids and you’re busy or sleep deprived, nothing sounds better than going to bed. Not so long ago I was a night owl. Now when the sun goes down I struggle to stay awake.
3. Hey, it’s Wednesday! Let’s go out and party! No thanks…
I honestly can’t remember the last time I stayed out at a restaurant or bar past 9pm on a weeknight. Granted, I do wake up at 4:30 in the morning. However, I did my share of late nights not that long ago. That was when I was single and didn’t have to function the next day all that well.
2. It actually matters what you eat.
In my early 20’s I could eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Yeah… not so much now. I’m trying to eat fruits and vegetables, cutting down on junk food and fast food, and hardly eating any of the spicy foods I used to love. Now if I eat some spicy jalapeno burger I’m feeling it for a good 24 hours.
When did this start? When I was 21 I thought that this was a myth that older people made up. Yeah I would feel rough once in a while after a long night out, but nowadays I feel like a truck hit me. It used to be I would feel better after breakfast. Now, I regret the previous night’s choices well into supper time on some occasions.
So I realize I’m not that old, and I’m sure a lot of octogenarians or whoever are cursing me right now for complaining about getting older. The truth is I’m glad that I’m growing up. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been as a person. I’m thankful for what I have.
I just really wish I could eat all the really spicy hot wings and all the beer I could drink without it killing me.