What do I want to do when I grow up?
I’m 39 years old and am still asking myself this question. I once wanted to be a veterinarian. Then, a pathology assistant. I eventually landed on a degree in writing (clearly a natural transition from the aforementioned career goals) and wound up working in marketing for nearly nine years. Now I’m a stay-at-home mom. I can’t help but find myself thinking, “Okay, did that. Now what’s next?”
This might come as a surprise to many of you, but once upon a time I was in great physical shape. True, once upon a time I was also 19 years old, fit into size 3 jeans, and ate French fries and milk shakes for lunch without gaining a pound, but the point is that fitness was once a huge part of my life. I practically lived at the gym. I’d spend the first hour “warming up” by gliding through grapevines and repeater knees followed by another hour or more pumping iron and flexing at myself in mirrors. I even wore those tiny little spandex shorts without a smidgen of embarrassment.
But then: Enter. Life.
College. Food. A husband. Food. Children. Food. Twenty years. Did I mention food?
While somehow through the good grace of God I never became obese, I certainly gained a lot of weight. I mean, house a couple humans in your uterus within a two year timeframe and self-control sort of gets put up on the shelf with sexy lingerie and, well, sex. Any hint that I had ever been anything but was buried somewhere amid the droops, jiggles, and puckers. And that was okay with me.
Well. Sort of.
Okay. Not really.
But life happens. And so does weight gain. And loss of time. And a passion for chocolate cake.
Yet, now that my kids are getting older I’m finding myself pondering what my next milestone is in life. Now that I’ve gotten the biggies out of the way, it seems like the only real landmark left is to, well, die.
But it’s a little early for that. (I think. I hope!)
So why not just start over? Or rewind a bit? Start checking off items on my bucket list? I don’t really have a bucket list, but if I did, this would be on it: Fall in love with fitness again.
I have set a goal to be “Fit by Forty.” Now, “fit” can mean a lot of things, but for me it means physically appearing fit. Like with muscles. And a six pack. Of abs I mean.
And I have until April to make it happen.
Do you think I can do it?
Stay tuned to find out.