One of the things that I dread about growing up (more) is the advent of so many changes — changes that are inevitable really, but changes that are unwanted nonetheless.
My close friends know that I am adamant about aging, and the reason is not just because of physical vanity, because more than this concern, I am quite wary of the several biological side effects of getting old.
Particularly, I dread what I once read in a health journal: that when a person reaches the age of 30 (for most people, that is), the HGH levels dramatically drop down. HGH, mind you, is responsible for protein production, it stabilizes your metabolism, it makes your hair appear fuller, and most important of all, it sustains your sex drive.
I cannot imagine having to deal with all these deprivations. Of course, I can always opt for hgh supplements, because these artificial supplements can help give me the same stuff. Or if not, I can be extra cautious with my food choices, and cut back on alcohol.
A wise man once told me, but I totally forgot who he was (sorry wise man or err, woman), that everything that you do to your body, whether good (eating vegetables, etc.) or bad (vices, OMG!) will come back haunting you as you reach your 30′s. The after effects might not appear apparent now, but by your third decade of doing damage to the world, it will come back to remind you of your juvenile indulgences.
Why, you may wonder, do I keep on fretting about getting old(er)?
It’s simple really. My birthday is coming up, and I am scared of what the future holds: because until now, I have not proven anything to myself yet.
Here’s to hoping that this new lease at life will afford me better life experiences.