Today I’m 44!
What does 44 look like?
There are some stretch marks; testament to the three children my body has nurtured and born. Not quite so okay with these, but easily covered up with clothes!
My boobs are neither as perky or as close to my chin as they used to be (no pics; My children read this blog). I’m okay with that; after attracting a husband and feeding three infants they’ve more than done what they were meant to do. (But thank goodness for push up bras!)
My arms and legs are strong, from years of picking up and carrying and piggybacking and stroller pushing and toboggan pulling. From lifting weights and choreographing step classes and riding spinning bikes.
What does 44 feel like?
Strong, resilient, focused and content. I’m where I want to be, doing what I’m passionate about and surrounded by people who love me and energize me (while most of that energy is positive, my children are working on their morning attitudes…). I still have goals and push myself towards them, but with less urgency and impatience than I did when I was younger.
You can bet I’ll be having cake tonight to celebrate; everybody should have cake (yes, cake with sugar!) on their birthday!
Happy 44th birthday to me!
P.S. I’ve been foam rolling; more on that tomorrow…