One of my martial arts students turned 18 last week - a lovely affable lil fellow who really has come a long way, both training-wise and socially.
And as The Hun was dropping me off at Magf's house (to have her fiance drop us off at the 18th) I realised how old I'm starting to get...
Of the friends around our age, we have:
...and so on and so on.
And as Magf and I walked down the drive and glared at the swarm of 'tweens that rushed us, we realised that we were gonna be the odd ones out.
Zip forward to lunchtime today as I was hugging the toilet bowl and dry retching, I had two thoughts:
'WTF am I supposed to do?! I haven't spewed in over 5 years! What happens now!!!'
'I really am too old for this nonsense'.
So with another Monday comes another set of renewed promises to cut down the drinks, eat better and exercise more.
Lets see how long this one lasts.
(also brought on by perousing the archives for objectional text and realising the large number of alchohol related posts...)