My Birthday is coming up fast and I must say I’m a bit rattled. I’m surprised by this inner nervousness as I don’t usually notice the number, but this year - I don’t know. I feel a little older.
My skin is not the same. Dare I say imperfections? Maybe a wrinkle or two? What the hell is that on my forehead? My body isn’t the same. I actually think I am happier now then at any other point in my life, yet – where’s the hot body? I realize now my former “skinny, skinny” self was due in large part to anxiety and stress. I didn’t eat so well then.
Now, gratefully, I feel calmer inside, but no longer do I have a metabolic rate of a hummingbird. What to do? Do I exercise more? Ugghhh. I do exercise 4 -5 days week - ½ hour on the elliptical. It seems pathetic when I write it out now. Don’t I know the facts? Your skin sags as you age. Metabolic rates change. The outward ego is crashing. Uhhhggggg. I don’t know if I’m ready.
You would think I was turning 50 years and weighed 250 pounds. Not likely. I’ll be thirty-eight and weigh 128. It’s a dress size that I am fighting. I would like to be at 124, just seems nice. I can do it, but do I really want to? Really? To actually make the choices – change the chocolate behaviors – to support this? Or is it just talk? Or worse?
Is it a way to keep me down – in my mind, never measuring up to my inner ideal? Have I always done this in some way, but now I’ve joined so many other American women unsatisfied with self? What changed?
Two kids, ten pounds and years. Years of life – filled with much joy, some sorrows, a disappointment or two, a couple trips to the abyss, valuable lessons learned, and most of all, choice. I discovered each day I chose who I want to be and my behaviors reflect this choice for all to see.
Gratefully, reflecting on my Birthday reminds me – I am not twenty-five any longer and it’s a good thing. I wasn’t happy then, but today – today I am. So I don’t have the same body? It is what it is. I chose my response - I’m thinking - toss the scale for my birthday…