I'm 46. I'm going gray. I'm not 100% sure where my eyesight is going (I need to find a KID to read off the serial # of my iPod to get it serviced - eek!) and my hearing is going to the dogs, too (though it that's the only poor genetics thing I get, I'm a lucky woman).
There aren't enough Kegels in the universe - I dribble in the shower. Probably a harbinger of menopause.
I'll never have a waist, but I never did, unlike my curvy sisters and my beautiful daughter. I'll always struggle with weight - although I'm happy to report that a frightening percentage of it is leg muscle.
When I got my tattoo last year, I had to shoehorn it in between cellulite and stretch marks. Probably best that I waited as long as I did; I don't expect either to get much worse at this point.
Despite "it all", I feel 35, and I'm pretty sure I *look* a bit younger than my age; still, when I look in the mirror I wish I saw a younger face.
But I'm generally healthy, active, and fit, and because of that I feel like one of the luckiest people in the world. Oh - and I'm racing RAAM this year, something I could not do when I was younger.