I'm so old I Remember when:

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I am so old I remember I used to eat anything and my body will just work it out and life goes on busy.

Now I have to be careful what I eat, my stomach will not stomach it. Being old is just simply uncomfortable. Why so many ache and pain?
In my case, it's probably bc when I was young, I ate (and drank, and smoked) whatever I wanted, and now I'm paying the price.
 
In my case, it's probably bc when I was young, I ate (and drank, and smoked) whatever I wanted, and now I'm paying the price.
Now you can look back with good memory and yes the body ache and pain.

I don't like the taste of alcohol, I did try to like it,but it did not work. I was in the gym, eat healthy, I do not smoke and still....ache and pain, so now that I am older, I thought what the point?

In my later year, I was looking after my grandma and fought the nursing home every day, I was super stress due to that so I did emotional eat.

At the end of the day, everything fall into place when it gets to old age.
 
We were young and we just try out new stuff, to live is to experience.

I remember my brother and I stole a cigarette from my dad and we smoke it, we both cough our lungs out, and that was the end of it. Both my parents were smokers.

My dad drunk so much beers, especially after work, I dislike the smell of beer so much when I was growing up. When my parents divorce, I was so happy that the house no longer smell of beers.

I dislike the combination smell of beer and cigarette. My brother drank beers when he was in his 20, but he no longer drink it at home, only on social occasion.
 
In my case, it's probably bc when I was young, I ate (and drank, and smoked) whatever I wanted, and now I'm paying the price.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, 'Wow! What a ride!'" ~ Hunter S. Thompson
 
I remember my brother and I stole a cigarette from my dad and we smoke it, we both cough our lungs out, and that was the end of it. Both my parents were smokers.
Dad smoked but not Mom. We were told that if we wanted to start smoking we had to smoke an entire pack of Dad's cancer sticks in front of him, in one sitting. Unfiltered Pall Mall. Funnily enough, none of us are smokers.
My dad drunk so much beers, especially after work, I dislike the smell of beer so much when I was growing up.
When Dad got home Mom would pull the tab on a Bud and pour it in a glass which I got to deliver to him. I got to sip the foam as my reward as I handed it to him along with a kiss on his cheek and a big hug for my Daddy.
My brother drank beers when he was in his 20, but he no longer drink it at home, only on social occasion.
I'll occasionally have a Guinness or a glass of wine with dinner. Consequently I usually get a solid night's sleep afterward. Didn't used to be such a lightweight.
We were young and we just try out new stuff, to live is to experience.
Hopefully not an entire spoonful of cinnamon or Tide pods.
 

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