At 40, your idea of weight lifting is standing up.
At 40, you sing along with the elevator music.
At 40, every time you suck in your gut, your ankles swell.
You know your 40 when...Men with comb-overs are starting to seem attractive.
I know the old saying, "40 is only a number"....bullshit. It's more than a number in my mind. A number I am not ready for yet!! It means no more babies, more wrinkles, slowing down of the brain, more worrying about retirement, my body not doing what it used to do, etc. (Yes, I am totally pessimistic).
I also know there is no turning back, so I have to face it and realize it's time to "grow old gracefully". So for the next 200 days, I am going to try my hardest to change a few things so that when I DO hit 40 in November, I am ready for the next decade of my life. I plan to really concentrate on eating healthier, getting back on an exercise regime, and most importantly being comfortable with who I am (even if that means a 40-year old middle aged woman, ha!) It won't be easy and may even fail but I can atleast know that I tried, and that's something I am willing to do!