Fun with pain...and fighting off the effects of age

So. as most know from me - if you REALLY know me... I dont feel pain like normal people.

When my daughter was in-utero she stuck her foot under my ribcage...past her knee... that...was irritating but I figured it was part of the whole sucky pregnancy things.

Who knew?

So Ive finally come clean to my husband about some stuff ive been doing. Well- as he knows Ive been working out like a fiend and trying to lose all things attributable to genetics, a hard life, babies and well enjoying food (genetics).

I am getting Non invasive Lipo done..

It seems to work pretty well, however it is not without pain and well I dont feel pain like others...so this last time, i just started sweating profusely and almost passed out. THATS A NEW ONE!

I didnt even do that when I broke my leg... i mean it spun my world and all for a couple of minutes...and I suppose due to playing soccer I was already sweating profusely (not uncommon for me- thus me moving to a non-humidity state).

I suppose someone sticking me with a needle in a part of my body more than 7 times would qualify in the uncomfortable range... that and well it kills your fat cells so they form like a hard mass under your skin so its kinda like a golf ball under my chin...although it diminshes over time as your body cleans it up.

Im cautiously optimistic...and I dont think this would be as available to me back in VA. Im pretty happy about that... and my training is going well too...

I suppose the only thing that concerns me is well.. getting old..and what it does to a person and or persons emotionally. Its weird.. being a wife and mother. I imagine that Larry has the same OMG WTF have I done feeling on more than one occasion. Not always that its bad or that at any point you would undo it...its just the ongoing stress of life does take its toll..on your face, your body and your relationships.

Love with a husband and family is ever evolving. Larry is my best friend in the world. I can send him stuff and he laughs with me. He is smart, and funny. I know he is his own person and I am a bit pushy (OK a lot pushy) sometimes and I like the ability to know what people are thinking/doing. Larry is my black box. I do not know what he is doing, what his mind is chewing on, he is an enigma. I suppose that is some of what keeps me coming back, and also it drives me crazy. Before Larry I was always bored with the mundane plodding of people-dom that came through my life. They were always a temporary fix for something or other. They even could be smart, but not funny, or funny, but not smart. He was the "all in one" package.. hes just a little hard to break into.

Sometimes when I do crack into the nut, i feel pushy or guilty. Its the pushy nagger in me. I NEED to know things... im not satisfied with pat answers or "because". I was that annoying "why child", which is probably what tainted my relationship with my mother at an early age. Without understanding the repercussions of my actions (or grasping the repercussions of my actions) I could not understand that if I used moms gold paint to paint the baseboards that I would get my @ss beat. ( I remember the gold paint, it was pretty and I guess it was actual gold too..so it was exxxxxxxxxpensive), I dont remember the @ss beatin because...well the pain factor..which probably plays into the thickheaded learning curve.

Now as an older adult getting shots in my knees and fighting off shooting pain while lifting weights to keep the rest of my body from breaking down... and getting shots in my fat to make it break down...sometimes I wonder..

Am I just a glutton for punishment...and whats the point of all this? so I can not go gently into the night of my lifetime? Is there such a thing as putting off age? Is this all just a futile effort that funds a whole industry that is just fed off paranoia and media images?

Can I do this? im not always sure...but i get up for another day...and wonder what its going to bring. And what customers I will want to kill.