I was hoping this would be sitting down at a proper desk with my laptop but thank god for technology- another post via my phone while in bed before sleep.
I’ve been wanting to write this post for awhile. But to be honest, I think like most writers, I want it to be perfect before I send it out into the universe. But as the title suggests, I’m not getting any younger so… FUCK IT.
As the title suggests I am encroaching on the big 4-0. I’ve spent the last almost 18 years waiting to turn 40. I had my son at 21, my daughter at 24; I graduated college, started a job (that I am still at) and bought a house all in that time frame. I have felt like an “old woman” for a long time. When I turn 40 I will have a 19 year old and a 17 year old. I’m not mad about it.
In my late 20s/early 30s I made 40 this “benchmark” age. I wanted to have my life together… by 40. I wanted all debts paid off and be in the best shape of my life.
I definitely got better with how I spent money. A lot of that was thanks to discovering minimalism and intentional living. ❤️ It’s a marathon, not a sprint, I’ll get there. Some progress is better than no progress.
In terms of my fitness, that’s also been a slow progress. I have done most of the diets and then lost the motivation- I was so god damn hungry. Eventually I found workouts I really enjoyed but then thought I could just eat whatever I wanted because I was burning several hundred calories a day. Not until this past summer did I find a system that works.
I used to want to be my pre-daughter weight. You know when I was like 23. 🤣 Even though I know I’m not 23 and it’s been awhile since I was 23 somewhere I got the notion that that is what I was supposed to be.
Ideally I’d like to be 30lbs lighter than I am. But I’m also at a point where I know the scale is not the only indication of health. It is just one tool.
Today I have hit a 99-week streak with Peloton. Not only have I found an exercise program that I enjoy but I am basically still eating whatever I want. It’s definitely a slow process… I didn’t gain the weight overnight so I don’t expect it to just go away overnight either. I’d rather it be a slower process and it stay off than to yo-yo.
Idk why as a society we do this to ourselves. We set this arbitrary dates and goals. I mean I guess we all need some kind of deadline for things. But idk why 40 was my number. Why not 50.
Maybe because I know by 50 a lot of things automatically will be done with. Our home will be paid off. Our children will hopefully be on their own paths. I’ll be only a few years away from collecting my pension. But you know what happens right? Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.
Do you have any age specific goals or timelines?