I never once dreamed I'd ever make it to 40, it seemed ancient. Yet, here I am counting down the months til I join the next decade.

A couple days ago I pulled something in my back and now everything else seems to be falling apart as well. Is this what I have to look forward to?

Every breath I take makes me wince with pain and walking down the stairs has to be the absolute worst. I walk around oohing and ahhing like an old granny.

I initially started my 39th birthday in December with the attitude I was going to be happier, healthier and more adventurous in my 40's. I made a list of things I wanted to do and accomplish before I hit the big 40.

Here it is now nearly 1/3 of the year gone, my body is falling apart and all those dreams of sky diving, learning Karate and how to Salsa are nearly out the window.  Now I'm just hoping and praying I wake up without a back ache or hoping one of my knees doesn't blow out on me.

Is it all down hill from here?

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