So, today is my 29th birthday. My husband has been waiting anxiously for this day to arrive, as I really picked on him when he turned 29. I told him, "Hey, enjoy, for this is the last time you will turn 20-something!" Needless to say, he received great joy in saying this same thing to me this morning.
I joke about my age all the time. For the longest, I have told people I am 21 each year. Now they laugh at me, so that lets me know that I should accept 29 for a while and use it!
In all reality, I'm very proud of my age and what I have to show for it. I am not wealthy, nor have I accomplished all I thought I would by this age. But, I rejoice in what I have done, and I can honestly say, I have never had a time in my life of sheer joy such as I possess at this moment.
About a year ago, I set up some massive goals for my 30th birthday. In that equation, I never left room for the changes that have occurred. For some reason, I lived under this delusion that life would always go just as I had planned and written down. Not really sure where this thought process came from; nonetheless, it was how I perceived life for the longest. Most of my goals were fitness related, and although mostly unrealistic, I still think I can apply some of them to my life over the next year and make some things happen. One of my biggest plans was to get my stomach in shape so much, that I would be able to see my abs by my 30th for the first time in my life. Didn't leave myself any room for the fact that I would have a baby and that would likely delay my progress. This is just one example! So, I have refined my goals for the next year and I think they are much more attainable than the goals of my past.
After I have this baby, I plan to start back to walking as soon as I heal. I want to expose my child to the wonderful outdoors as soon as it is safe and comfortable for both of us.
I want to immediately get started back to a healthier lifestyle of eating. I have just grabbed food on the go a lot of times lately because I was tired, and I have also had many events that involved lots of sweet treats. I plan on breastfeeding, so I want to give my baby the best start possible with good fruits, veggies, proteins, etc.
I have wanted to run for such a long time. Since my feet seem to be doing so much better with the vitamin D, calcium, and magnesium, and the fact that I have survived pregnancy with little to no real foot pain (besides the usual tired, swollen, achiness that all pregnant women suffer with), I feel that I can do this. I have no more desire to run a full marathon than I have a desire to skydive over Antarctica. But, I do feel that I can achieve a 5K. I keep thinking, "I walked a 5k when I was 4 months along, and I did a 2.5 mile hike up 800 feet when I was 7 months. I GOT THIS!!"
I'm going to start tracking again. This was so helpful to keep me on track. It's kinda like a bank account. Yeah, the money may be there, but if you don't check your balance once in a while, you may get caught overspending. Same thing with calories.
I'm still going to strength train, even if I don't see my abs the way I originally wanted them by my 30th birthday. I love to feel sore muscles after a good strength training workout.
So, there they are. They are a small start, but I think very attainable. I am also not going to beat myself up if they don't all happen. I am finally learning that life just happens sometimes. I cannot hold myself to some standard that is unrealistic. I desire to live a healthy lifestyle, but I think a more relaxed, and self-loving approach is far better.