I really am not enjoying the aging process all that much. I'm honest if nothing else, and I'm here to tell you that weird things happen to your body after a certain age. For me it was 44. It might happen to you at an earlier age, but I wouldn't know about that. Forty-four is when things started happening to me.
First, I started putting on the weight. Five pounds one year and then five pounds the next and then . . . you get it. That was kind of unexpected since I had been the same weight since high school. Forty odd years is a long time to not have to worry about the numbers on a scale. Sheesh, I delivered four children and returned to my pre-pregnancy weight of 105 lbs. within weeks each time--and one weighed in at over 10 lbs. It's still shocking to me as well, and he's 28.
I did my best to accept the new and improved twenty-five-pound-heavier body. Really, 105 is kind of sickly looking, and size 8 is quite popular at the thrift stores.