Anyone over 30 in here? Ill tell you how an age management clinic made me 25 again.

[Mathias the OK]

Before I waste a whole lot on my story and how going to an

age management clinic and getting hormone replacement therapy has turned me into a 25 year old... stronger, faster,

healthier, I wanted to see if there we're a few folks on this board that were over 30 (You have to be over 30 to

get the therapy)

[Mtnjim]

There are a lot of people way

over 30 on this board.

[belgareth]

Yeah, a few of us are quite a

bit over 30. Glad to hear about it, so long as you aren't advertising or trying to sell something.

[gaf]

Holy crap, I just realised I'm

closer to 40 then 30.
Help!

[belgareth]

Holy crap, I

just realised I'm closer to 40 then 30.
Help!
So, if you round the number that makes you 40, right?

[gaf]

So, if you

round the number that makes you 40, right?

Careful,
Them is fighting words in my part of the

world.
(for the record I'm 38) :blink:

[belgareth]

:POKE: By extending the same

argument, you could round my age to 100. Don't let a silly number bother you. It doesn't make all that much

difference if you take care of yourself.

[gaf]

Don't let a

silly number bother you. It doesn't make all that much difference if you take care of

yourself.

Exactly.
\o/
I can still shake my booty and feed myself without a straw so I'm

happy!

[Bruce]

I think I hit my peak physically in

my early 50s. I'm 57 now and still feeling great, but not quite as strong as when I was a few years ago. Anyway,

when I was in my 40s I didn't consider myself any older (or more mature probably) than anyone of any age I might

have run into. Lots of exercise, good food, stuff like that helps.

[Chai Tea]

Over 30? What's 30, I forget.

. .?

Ditto about numbers. I am just as confused and fascinated as I was at 20, but I'm having a lot more

absolute pleasure being it.

I get younger as I get older in numbers. I suspect, also, that this is

immaturity out of the closet.

But if I hang out with anyone, it's with middle aged juvenile delinquents

who like a good laugh, don't feel guilty about much anymore, don't "communicate our feelings," don't blame our

parents for anything, think the Beatles' Let It Be is a church hymn, live for double entendres [but don't have a

clue what "entendre" is], share stupid porn phone downloads, are highly intelligent but committed to hiding it in

order to pass at bowling alleys and taverns, have children and stepchildren who fail to launch, enjoy sex fully, are

loyal, wear seatbelts, don't take themselves too seriously, no longer have a clue about who to vote fore, and a

bunch of other stuff I can't remember right now. . .

As for me, I'm stuck in a Fellini satire [the old

Kirosawa] and often simply stare into space for a moment wondering if anyone is about to yell "cut." They never

do.

Oh, and Our Wonderful House is called: How I Came to Live In an Archeological Dig. It's wonderfully

alive with all the people I love who have danced in my kitchen, left hidden gifts, worked their art, threw a nerf

brick at an NFL referee, drank too much beer or whisky, not drank enough beer or whisky, searched for that scrap of

paper with my screen names and passwords for sites I don't remember being on, are paranoid that someone will

discover that the screen names are me, sang songs, hugged seriously, butt bumped, picked up the phone and spent

150$US buying the Flower Power CD collection during an infomercial, watched the cat barf up a hairball during

breakfast coffee, laughed until we cried all summer at the next door dog going dog-wild wanting to taste sticks,

shoes, beer, peanut butter, bananas, your cell phone, watched 347 documentaries on the History channel on Hitler, or

done 87 loads of laundry until we had to buy a new dryer [hi, Mom!].

And, note I didn't even mention the

sex. That would just be TMI.

For this purely amazing life I gave up living in Houston and Atlanta where

there is great food and great music. And moved to Erie PA.

Oh, sorry. . .just a moment of reverie. I

don't seriously think any soul is interested in hearing anything about me. But I'm a good listener until it comes

to descriptions of physical ailments, stories about dogs or grandchildren, cookie recipes, or the latest colonoscopy

preparation procedures.

See what you have to look forward to? Did I mention the sex is

great?

:cheers:

[idesign]

You don't want to hear about my

corny corns? I thought you'd be a good member here....

I do like your emphasis on sex and beer.

Chuckle...

I'm stuck between an "8 1/2" cafe and a "Ran" mask. Cut, cut... CUT! But wait, open your eyes and there are

cherry blossoms covering your path.

Don't be fooled anyone, 50 is the new 50, and there's no archaeologically

better place to be.

[blind12]

Before I waste a whole lot on my story and how going to an age management clinic and getting hormone

replacement therapy has turned me into a 25 year old... stronger, faster, healthier, I wanted to see if there

we're a few folks on this board that were over 30 (You have to be over 30 to get the therapy)

Umm...

I wouldn't consider hormone replacement until sometime in the 50ies :think:
Until then, hormone boosters,

aromatase inhibitors etc should do the job ?

[Chai Tea]

Last year, I was solicited by a

very charming physician and his marketing guy. The one with the sexy voice. For a program that had caught the

attention of the media. [I admit I had something to do with inviting them to contact me. . .]

The media had

interviewed a small group of people, all over 50, 60 & 70, who were saying just that: I feel 25 again, can exercise

harder, recover super-quickly, need less sleep, have more elasticity in my skin. . .and surely there was a

make-love-all-night testimonial, and maybe even one that had a rock for a metaphor. I don't remember.

The

physician owns an exclusive clinic that looks like a casino from the outside, and for 6k will give you an initial

blood panel and if (and only if) your levels of HGH and testosterone are borderline, or low, [conventionally these

decline with age, but I must add, not necessarily] then for 20k per year you can join their supplementation program.

Get the hormones, get the injections, get the nutritional support at no extra cost, and see the doctor drive his

Rolls Royce.

I might have tried it at a dollar 98. But I've been to the gym. Steroids are steroids. Of

course they make you lose fat and gain lean body mass. That's what the Arnold Classic is all about. Guys and gals

on the cover of Muscle and Fitness do not look the way they do because they drink a whey shake every day in addition

to their workouts. They just aren't talking about feeling 25 because they are busy working to look 25. Besides, I

have read that it's really uncomfortable to have to lose almost all your body fat if you are a competing

bodybuilder. It's an enormous stress on the body to lose almost all fat and glycogen storage. [I've heard some

bodybuilders binge pasta right before going on stage to give themselves a fluid boost, which makes the pumped

muscles appear even bigger.]

Runway models do not look anorexic because they are not

anorexic.

Digression alert: code red, get back to the subject:run:

I cannot say that HGH and testos

wouldn't feel like a miracle, if one doesn't feel great as is.

If a man needs testosterone, then, to my

surprise, [and counterintuitive to me, too], supplementation [your family doctor can give you t-gel patches or

injections] can calm an anxiety prone man, when t-levels are compromised [by fat is my only observation]. Fat cells

produce estrogen. Fatter fat cells produce more estrogen than skinnier fat cells. So I've read. That's why

keeping your body fat percentage low "raises" your T-levels. Lose fat, gain muscle, lose estrogen. Ratio of T to E

goes up. Male or female, doesn't matter.

I'm a news junkie. Steroids are not just feel great

supplementation, when indicated. They are very controversial in pro- and amateur sports right now. And I bet they

will become controversial as a personal matter. I'm going to write that down on a little piece of paper here and

if it comes true I can prove I called it. If you have 20k to drop to feel 25, then you have 20k to drop to feel

25.

I understand steroids are dangerous. And I always hear the word "heart" associated with that claim. But

I don't know anything about the risks to the organs on super-hormone supplementation.

Who doesn't want to

have short, not unpleasant recovery and refractory?

But I can't even say I'd want to feel 25 again. And

whatever happens to men, many [I mean many] women go into horny turbo at perimenopause. And that ain't nothin' to

sneeze at.:kiss: . . .uh, so to speak.

With proper care, nourishment, compassion, a healthy inner life [at

what I have, to me ingeniously, heard called the 4-level-bio-body-suit: molecular, cellular, organ systems [the

brain especially], and the seen body and its related space,], I am so much happier and feel better at 50 than I ever

did at 25. No kidding.

My view.