I turned 40 on Easter, and Iâ€™m okay with it. Iâ€™m fine with the age 40 and saying that I am now 40, but I would be lying if I told you I didnâ€™t FEEL (or feel I look) 40. It wasnâ€™t until Easter Sunday came and went that I started noticing little things here and there that I never noticed before.
Iâ€™m tired. Not tired like I was at 39, but an amplified tired. 4pm hits and I could lie on the couch and napâ€¦.and I donâ€™t nap, ever. So I donâ€™t sit down, at all. If I sit, itâ€™s all over. So I push, push, push until I literally fall into bed at night. This is a new thing I just donâ€™t understand.
My skin has aged. The other day I noticed the skin on my upper back is sun-damaged. Oh the things I would tell my teenage self. I never noticed the spotted skin on my upper back before, but for some reason it jumped out at me. Probably the age gods sticking one to me.
And my vision?? I actually had to do it the other dayâ€¦I put something I was reading at armâ€™s length and looked down my nose to read it. What is that?!
The other day I was filling out a registration for something and I had to scroll down to select my birth year. And I kept scrolling, and scrolling and scrolling. And those age range options? Iâ€™ve jumped from the 30-39 age range to the 40-49 age range. That kind of sucks. Unless I’m participating in a race or fitness competition (haha, that’s a joke), then I’m the youngest in my age group! Bright side, always looking at the bright side.
40 belly fat is no joke. I put on some winter weight, as I do every year, and itâ€™s never been a problem before. I buckle down, start exercising again and eating right after the holiday madness and it usually disappears. That didnâ€™t happen this year. That extra weight seems to want to enjoy summer as well, by hanging around my waist and ass. So I started this new Transformation Workout I pinned and the last few days have been following this Flat-Belly Meal Plan (more on these later). I have 2 weeks until Iâ€™m at the beach. TWO WEEKS. I took â€œbeforeâ€ pictures a couple weeks ago. Then I deleted them. No one has any business seeing those. Maybe Iâ€™ll do â€œafterâ€ pictures. Maybe.
The way I think I look in my mind isnâ€™t always reflected back at me in the mirror. About 50% of the time Iâ€™ll look in the mirror and think, okay, thatâ€™s what I was hoping to see. But the other 50% I look at myself and wonder when the bags under my eyes and wrinkles around my eyes appeared, and what are all those freckles?? And donâ€™t get me started on #selfies. Itâ€™s not that Iâ€™m one of those people who take selfies all the time, but out of the few times Iâ€™ve goofed around and done it, 99.9% of the time it doesnâ€™t come out the way I imagined in my mind so I just delete it.
Here is an honest, fresh, no-makeup view of my 40s. This is 40, people, and despite everything Iâ€™ve said here, Iâ€™m okay with it. But first, let me take a selfie: