As in, I don't think I am.
I'm pouting today. I have a pulled or torn bicep, it hurts and it sucks. I don't heal as quickly as I once did, I injure more readily, and it's taken way longer than I think it should to get back into some semblance of shape after the baby.
The operative phrase here is "I think". Most other people assure me that I do not seem old, fat, or slow to them... but it feels that way to me some days. Some part of me still thinks I'm 19, can abuse my body in sports and get dinged up, and should snap right back. If I gain some weight, a week or two of eating less will take care of it. If I get out of shape, a week or two of hard work and I'm well on my way back to fitness. Right?
Wrong. Part of me knows this. Part of me acknowledges the passage of time, and is even grateful for it in many respects. That part of me is currently being smacked upside the head by the other part of me which doesn't appreciate being old and fat and tired and hurt!!