Before I started using coke in the 80’s. I was in decent shape, and hadn’t yet met my 3rd husband who was, shall we say, not good for me, even though I was clean.
But the flip side to that coin is I wouldn’t have met my now husband who is the love of my life and more than wonderful!
I’d go back 8.5 years to 40. My body was slim and healthy, my hot new relationship was at a high simmer - in general, a very happy time. Also, that was before the Lyme disease that went undiagnosed for so long and 4 subsequent years of illness and misery. Plus, my mom and her partner and my brother were still alive.
28 was a similar time for me. I had also just arrived in NYC, but I was starting my new post-MBA job at a big management consulting firm downtown. Yup. Monday Sept 10, 2001 was going to be the start of a great week!
Of what I’ve experienced so far? Probably age 14, when school started. In retrospect, some things weren’t as great as they seemed, but, if I were perpetually 14, I’d never find that out.
That was the year I was popular, actually got some athletic ability, lost a ton of weight, had a “fan club” full of girls, and would sometimes just lay on my bed and think about how happy I was. (It was also when I started taking Adderall. Wonder if there’s a connection?)