So, now I'm officially 28 years old.
More than I don't want to get older, I don't want to be one of those pathetic people who can't deal with the fact that they aren't who they used to be anymore.
I'm not getting any younger. That's true for me and everyone else.
But, since the alternative is being dead, I'll stick with the whole aging thing.
Still... when I was entering my age/weight in the treadmill tonight for my "accurate" calorie count, I had to enter 28 for the first time.
Sigh. Okay, 28 it is.
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1 comment:
You look like 24,25 years old so thats good 4 you ;) u dont have to worry...
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