Yesterday was my half-birthday. I have six more months until I leave my twenties forever and enter into a new decade of being. For some people, entering 30 is a rite of passage for which they never want to encounter; my Mom, for example, is still and forever 29. Others react with apathy while more and more people are spouting that “30 is the new 20.” Like everything in life, getting older has mixed reviews.
Growing up, I had many, many people tell me that I was mature for my age. I looked, dressed and acted older. People would joke that I was like a mom in my 40’s when I was 22. There is nothing wrong with a mom in her 40’s, but I just wanted to be 22. I don’t regret my important life decisions but do realize that by not taking care of my health and fitness when it was so easily attainable, I missed out on some of the fun. Because of that, for the past few years I have had this wish in my head that I wanted to be fit and around 120 pounds by the time I turned 30. For my height and body type that is an acceptable range in which to be. Sometime around the time my son was born or shortly before, I purchased a weight tracking scale and set the goal to 135. That was my soft goal to reach since it would take me at least 40 pounds to get down there. I’d set sweeping changes and lofty goals and for a couple weeks-or months-things would work, but once the motivation train got derailed it was off the tracks for good. Though I would be ten pounds away, I’d then rocket back up because the small, everyday lifestyle changes had not been set in place. This week I hit that soft goal and am ready to take it all the way!
Once I found the 21 Day Fix and 22 Minute Hard Corps programs, things clicked into place for me. Though I enjoy the challenge of the exercises in them, it was the food component that really solidified my weight loss. I’m still not perfect, but I love having a system in place to keep me on the wagon. When I turned 29 last year, I knew it was time to get my health on track and the pressure was getting to me. I wanted to at least feel and look my age and not feel so tired and achy. I finally reached out to my coach, started the program, became a coach and have spent this year teaching myself the discipline that I lacked in my 20’s. My energy and excitement came back in spades and I even found more ways to incorporate healthy foods and fitness into a new normal for my daily routines.
I have also spent this year learning to love my body, the marks left from having two wonderful children, the strength in my arms and thighs, etc. I’m also learning that perspective is everything. I was excited in January when my little black opera dress fit again! I used to wear it in college to fancy events and for a while I couldn’t even put it on. When I put it on yesterday, it was loose and looked better than when I wore it in college!
Seeing myself as who I am, at this age and in this moment is much more important than who I think I should be. This is a lesson I want to remember and repeat so that as I grow older I will continue to take care of my body and love myself in the stage I’m in. I’m so close to my fitness goals for the year that I’m positive I will achieve them by my birthday. I also have the tools to maintain them, the small, daily routines and tricks and support to keep up the good work. I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I thought, tougher than I gave myself credit for and braver than I expected. I’m ready to take on my 30’s, 40’s, 50’s… But I also want to enjoy each stage I’m in to the fullest so that I can look back and have a lifetime of wonderful memories in which to pass on to the next generation.