I’m turning 30 this month. (Egad!) And I’m having a hard time dealing with it. Not because I feel “old.” Not because I even believe in “old.” I’m physically younger than I probably ever have been in my life. My health is great. My career is grand. My mind … well, we’re working on that.
I think it’s more of a figurative thing than a literal thing.
By 30, you’re “supposed” to have things figured out (bullocks!). By 30, you “should” be settled with a family or, if you don’t have one yet, be well on your way to having one (nonsense). Your career “should” be decided and you should be settled in for the long haul (horse pucky). Your wild oats “should” have been sown (bull crap).
But I do feel like there are some things I definitely missed out on as an obese, insecure 20-something.
Twenty-nine was a fabulous year, even with the heartbreaks I experienced. But other than that, most of my 20s were filled with lonely, insecure, boring times. No wild parties. No all-nighters. No real crazy roadtrips. Not a lot of girls’ nights out. No dates (really, no dates). No Only a couple random hook-ups. No summer loves. You get the gist.
I feel like I didn’t explore, experiment and examine enough in my 20s. I guess that’s what my 30s will be for. (Except … I’m for real over the whole “random hook-up” thing, so that won’t be happening.)
I guess the point of this post is that, while I sometimes feel old reading the stories of some younger health and fitness bloggers , I am in awe of the strength and commitment of these younger men and women. They all have embraced these lifestyle changes in the midst of some of the most trying and exciting times of their lives. There’s a lot of pressure being placed on them from so many areas, and yet they fight for their health. They’re winning a battle that took me years to even recognize.