I don't know if my parents lied to me about when I was born, or what, but my 30th birthday passed by entirely benignly, I got all cocky about "hey, that wasn't bad 'tall!", then got smacked upside the head by my (recent) 32nd birthday. Maybe it was that the sozlet was about a month old when I turned 30, so I didn't have a spare ounce of energy to devote to introspection (or extraspection, otherwise known as looking in the mirror.)
But just recently I've noticed all that stuff. Aches, pains, and what the $%#@ happened to my skin?! (Note: Mango Body Butter by The Body Shop is some goooooood stuff, if way too expensive.)
Not... liking... it.