This starts the first of 30 reasons why I’m glad to be leaving my twenties. There are many reasons that I loved my twenties, but in 18 days I will no longer be in them. So, instead of sobbing into my cosmo about all the great things I’ll leave behind, I’d rather take a look at all the hysterical and horrible things about being in my twenties, and reflect on what getting rid of that stigma will do for a gal. After all, I can’t be 29 forever! Mostly, I’m just excited to be 30! And, more than anything, I’d love for the gals (or guys) out of their twenties to leave a comment about why they are glad to have matured past that stage into the amazing women (or men) they are today!
So the diet thing. Lord knows this is something that women tackle their entire lives. Are we too fat? Are we too skinny? Blah, freaking blah.
But see, my teenage years, I was REALLY skinny and didn’t have to worry about a goddamn thing. I could eat Burger King every day and never gain a pound. My college years when that metabolism told me to f&*% off, I drank a bottle of Vodka or Wine or Baileys a day, and so, yes – I gained not only the freshman 15 but I also took my roommate’s freshman 15 off her literal plate for good measure. I wouldn’t want her to have to deal with it, now would I!?
So, my mid-twenties were all about figuring out the exercise thing, and how little exercise I could get away with while still maintaining a normal weight. I started experimenting with my metabolism to see what it could and couldn’t handle. Only meat one day, vegan the next, vodka and sodas, and definitely no carbs.
But my late twenties, I decided fasting once or twice a year was for good measure, but I also actually started enjoying exercising and running. Oh yeah, and I realized that I didn’t need to stuff my face, drink until I was flat on my face or have that second piece of pie ALL the time.
So – I feel like after all that experimenting, I got the whole diet thing down. I don’t need to eat as much, I’ve gotten in the habit (more or less) of exercising pretty consistently, and most importantly – I am comfortable in my skin, literally. I expect to feel even better about myself in my 30s. I won’t miss all of the pressure that I put on myself to look a certain way. I’m in my 30s – it’s my way.
How is your body image in your 30s?