Consult your health care professional.

35 years ago I lived in a logging camp winters and worked piece work. An 800.00 dollar check in 1975 was good money for a weeks work. We did not get paid to cut and split 30 cord for the cook stoves and bunk houses so we got it done as fast as we could to get back to making money. The second year I could not even get a greenhorn to bet against me vs the 8 hp splitter. I used a 3 lbs. axe and could skive a stick every swing. 12 years ago I started wearing glasses and that combined with a slower swing I got my a kicked bad. AT 55 this year I made it threw 1/2 cord before walking to the house and doing the ice and ben gay. My son at 32 just finished in the top 20% in a marathon . His day job is computer tech. I try to tell him to make haste slowly or you will keep Ben gay in business. Will he listen, no He has to prove he is better than dad. The first time he beat me wrestling he hooked up when I was sleeping on the couch and he was 19. His answer to my unfair was "you told me always be ready". I'll have to do pay back soon or I will have to run him over with a wheel chair.LOL.

There was always a way to rebel when one was at that age. I think though, that it's getting harder when there's so much more "anything goes" these days. It seems every time the rebels go to extremes, the extremes become more mainstream or at least familiar enough to no longer be shocking. Back when I was growing up, a rebel only needed to grow his hair long...the longer, the more rebellious. I recall what a todo was created when the "mop head" Beatles first came on the scene. I mean their hair was actually quite short and they wore suits and ties for goodness sake! I'm not sure what kids will do next to rebel...I mean tats are common, pants can't go any lower...they even make suspenders to keep the pants from falling completely down, skirts and shorts have already been shorter than short, make-up has already gone totally goth with black eyes and lips, hair has already been every color of the rainbow and gelled to the sky, earlobes have been stretched, tongues have been split, genitalia have been pierced and ringed. I honestly don't know what's next. I remember back in the hippy days, my FIL, a prof, who was very matter of fact with his students, would comment on their long hair and baggy bell bottoms and say, "You know, if you want to get attention, you don't have to go through all that effort....you could just walk around with your fly open." (Please don't misinterpret...I'm not suggesting all tats are a statement of rebellion.)

yes..when I'm dressed lol. I keep a pretty steady weight (which is about 110 pounds..plus minus 2 is ok..when I'm very stressed I don't eat and start loosing more, and it doesn't look pretty..if I, say, am very happy..which happens less often..the clothes start fitting differently, and I'm not into buying new clothes) but I can't exercize, i loose my muscle bulk, I've no control over it, and it frustrates me tremendously. I exercized until I could. It's been 4 years since then. Maybe more. And I did really basic stuff.. so at this point, I just dream of feeling better, being able to do this very basic stuff again. I'm thinking of light procedures like Exilis but I somehow have that feeling that it'll just burn my skin. And I'll spend couple grands for nothing. And heavy procedures-they'll laugh in my face, and they'll be right. I can't eat lots of stuff (gluten, lots of milk products, some vegetables, some oils..almost all chocolates..fruits, unfortunately..I could and loved them but now I can't)..but I still eat lots of yummy stuff:) Again, when I'm not stressed. In short my struggle is more with how I can't function per my age. And of course the change comes more drastically than if I could exercize and all you know. I always looked very young, and I'm kinda used to that, and it would be easier if the ageing would come at a normal pace. I still look young enough I suppose-but it's not real. It doesn't correspond. And to be frank it's humiliating and I feel very ashamed. I understand it's not my fault, yet I still am. Thank you for this thread, I'm kinda not telling it to people, usually...