This morning, I found myself working out next to my younger self. You know the type—youthful, fit, with skin as flawless as porcelain and an energy that could put a toddler on a sugar high to shame.
There I was, feeling a bit snarky as I watched her execute perfect leg lifts. “That looks easy,” I thought, even though my hip was protesting from too much couch time and my stomach was a bit rebellious after last night’s taco soup. The joys of motherhood! Not only am I dealing with a little urinary leakage, but the flatulence situation has also spiraled out of control. Leg lifts while trying to maintain some dignity? Probably not the best combo!
But as those catty thoughts flitted through my mind, I quickly shook them off. I smiled, reflecting on how far I’ve really come—not just in terms of fitness, but also mentally.
So, I mustered my courage, hoisted my 41-year-old self off the mat, and turned to her. As she was likely finishing up her 50th Jane Fonda-esque leg lift, I called out, “Nice form!” She beamed back at me, saying, “You look great for your age!” I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, possibly snorting and maybe even letting out a little gas. She had no clue why I was in such stitches.
Sure, I might not be as young, fit, or perky, but you know what? I’m totally okay with that.
Later that evening, I found myself mulling over my unexpected workout partner and her compliment about being fit for my age. It made me reflect on my journey and all the ways I’ve grown.
Embracing Life in My 40s
One of the best things about being in my 40s? I’ve realized that I simply don’t care as much anymore. Here are a few of the things I’ve embraced:
- I love licking the spoon after making buttercream frosting.
- I adore the fact that my husband had to point out the blender was still plugged in while I was holding the trigger. Not my brightest moment!
- I relish the familiarity of the guy at the Taco Time drive-thru.
- I’ve stopped stressing over how much screen time my kids have.
- I prefer my kids to stomp on ant hills rather than stick to their homework.
- Organic? Pfft! I don’t buy everything organic anymore.
- After parent-teacher conferences, I tossed out all of my daughter’s standardized test scores.
- My kids are getting to know the fun side of me.
- I’m proud that I didn’t wait too long to say, “I don’t care anymore.”
- I feel confident enough in myself and my family that I no longer compare our lives to anyone else’s.
So, this is life in my 40s, and guess what? I think I like it!
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In summary, my 40s are shaping up to be quite the adventure. With laughter, acceptance, and a little less worry, I’m embracing every moment.