Just got back from the gym. Talk about a love/hate relationship!
I've been going for almost a year. My husband and I go together. It's a lot easier to go with a partner. It also keeps you honest! When you get on the treadmill for thirty minutes with someone next to you, you move your ass. Also, if I see him hauling, the competitive side in me kicks in. Like hell he's going to burn more calories then I do!
In retrospect, I wish I had this much interest in my body back in my twenties or thirties. It took hitting my forties, some health issues and the purchase of a full length mirror to make me realize that I wasn't the chick I used to be.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with myself. I'm 44...I've had two kids and gravitational pull is against me. Things are going to droop. I have stretch marks. I look at it this way...it's all because of my kids. It's all their fault!!
Seriously though? This year there has been a ton of changes in my body. I'm starting menopause. I can't drop weight to save my life. My eyes are getting crepey. My skin is changing. I'm...getting...a...fucking...turkey...gaggle!! Ugh!
When the hell did I become my mom?