Heat packs and Hindsight

In my 20s, I was blessed,
Whiskey nights and zero rest.
Functioning with no sleep
Sleep deprived, but perfect knees

I track my protein like buried gold,
Count my steps like I’m told
Gone are they days of stale fries
Holding her back *aru cries*

By 9pm my body is drained
Oh another muscle is sprained.
Did I get enough fiber this week? 
Going to cult is my only streak!

Once I lived on Maggi and junk
A quarter of whiskey also drunk
Ohh flaxseeds, chia, nuts too,
Honestly, who even are you?

So here’s to aging, pain and grace,
Tracking health like it’s a race.
But deep inside, I’m still that vibe—

Just now with heat packs by my side.