Middle Age

I was thinking to myself these past few days that I'm a middle aged guy. Well, traditionally, middle age is 30's to 40's, right? So I'm 30. So I'm middle aged. I can't fathom that in my head though. I mean, something just doesn't compute when I try to think about myself as middle aged. I still think I'm a spring chicken. But the signs that this is not the case keep popping up.

For example, when I make a dash to the bus stop to catch a bus, I find there are there these parts of my body that jiggle. I read about these amazing students who've accomplished this, that and the other thing and they've born in the nineties. . Of course, a giveaway should have been that the Boss was born in the eighties. Doh! She never ceases to say that I'm a different generation that her. Which is probably true. I grew up in India when Noni was this cute VJ on MTV. The Boss claims that this is some woman I've made up in my pathetic attempts to be cool when I was growing up. Her 'generation' grew up with Rahul Khanna as the MTV VJ and goodness knows who else.

Did I mention that my body jiggles all over these days? It's horrible. I keep telling myself that I ought to pull myself into shape. But it's awfully hard to do so when you're restrictred to swimming (which I hate intensely) and walking (which does nearly burn enough calories to be truly effective). It also doesn't help that I love to eat. All of this doesn't lend to what can be called a healthy lifestyle.

Sometimes that's how the cookies crumbles, right?