Yep. It’s happening. We’re going to talk about it.
47 years ago today I graced this world with my presence. I’m not so sure that the world feels the same way since I’ve not been very graceful most of my life. It’s been a struggle sometimes, I was a single mother by 21, I’ve been fired, laid off, penniless, and I’ve eaten all of the feelings that come with depression and getting older in the form of cookies and cakes and cheese (Man, I MISS cheese) and just generally unhealthy habits.
Our bodies get older whether we like it or not. What we DO with that aging process is what makes the difference. We have a say, for the most part, in what happens as we age. Even if we’ve chosen a previous lifestyle of unhealthy eating and no exercise we can come out of that and fight to get our lives back, you know. There is definitely some pre-disposed stuff that’s hereditary that we can’t skirt around or avoid BUT we can work THROUGH those things with healthy eating and exercise.
When I was 46 (literally just yesterday, right?) I seriously just thought I was destined to be the size I was eating a block of cheese in two days. I would watch those shows that nobody should watch about severely obese people who get surgery and then have to change their lives completely. Sometimes they’re successful but, unfortunately, most times they aren’t. It was only after I realized that I’m not getting any younger and after my son met the love of his life that I knew I had to do something. One day I’m going to be a grandma. I need to be able to run after my grandchildren so I can love them and hug them as much as possible. If that thought isn’t motivation, I don’t know what is.
I’ve decided aging gracefully isn’t my thing. I’m going to fight and kick and scream my way into 47, 48, 49 and so on. I’m not going to just sit back and watch my life pass by in greasy food and cheese. (I REALLY miss cheese.) I am not going to just allow one small fear take over and stop me from being the person I CAN be. I refuse to sit by and watch life from my couch. I knew it was going to be hard. I knew I was going to have to battle old demons and new demons and cheese. I knew that I was going to cry and get frustrated. Here’s what I DIDN’T know.
I didn’t know that I was going to feel this good after shedding 65 lbs. I didn’t understand that I could choose myself over cheese. I didn’t quite realize that if I DID choose myself over cheese and greasy burgers and French fry after French fry I would be able to dance longer, run farther, jump higher and smile much, much more.
My son is getting married next June. I plan to dance at his wedding in a dress that is a smaller size than I have ever worn in my adult life. I hope that you will choose to put down the cheese and join me at the gym to get healthier and fitter than you ever thought you could.
Oh, one more request: Comment back with how many times I mention cheese in this post. Honestly? It’s just because I want to know if people are actually reading this blog! 🙂
See you at the Box!!
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