Well, this one has been a long time coming. Some of you, those that haven't given up on me, may be wondering how the weight loss is going. It's going alright. I've lost almost 50 pounds and I have to say I feel so much better, mentally, physically, and soulfully. I still have at least 50 more to go, but my happiness factor has already increased by 100%.
Weight loss at 37 is somehow better than at 21. I think it's because I don't have to be perfect to feel better about myself. At 21 I wouldn't have gone sleeveless until my arms looked like withered twigs, but at 37 I'll just let those bat wings flap. Well, only when I was camping at the Reunion or running to pick-up the kids, I mean, I'm not completely crazy.
Another reason I think losing weight at this age is more satisfying is because I'm not looking around to see who's noticing my new self. I'm only interested in what I see in the mirror and what Husband might run into in the dark (No, dear, that's not a new pillow, that's my ass). I'm not saying that I don't care about feeling attractive, I'm just saying it's not the immature vanity of a 21 year old. Instead, it's the mature vanity of 37 year old. I don't need a man to tell me I'm hot (I'll just think he's telling me to wipe off my upper lip), I just need a jurlfriend to say I'm looking good or that my outfit is super cute. Satisfaction comes so much easier as a middle-aged woman than a young girl.
I'm starting to believe all those famous women who say life begins at 40. I assure you, I'm doing the best, bravest personal work of my life right now. (hint: deeply personal blog to come)
It's never too late to change your life, to let go of what weighs you down, to start new, to be brave, to be bold, to be still, to move on, to accept who you are, to understand who you are, to go after what you want, or whatever it is you think time has made irrelevant. Start today.