Yep. This year I turn the big 4-0. I’m excited. Maybe not as excited as I was when I turned 30, but still, any birthday of mine excites me. There are just a couple of things I need to do first…
My birthday is in September. That’s six months away. Six months. I’m looking forward to it. I really am. I’ve always enjoyed my birthday, and when it’s a “milestone” one like this one is, I start counting down early. (Just ask my friend, Teresa. I drove her nuts in 1988 when I spent most of that year counting down to my 18th birthday!)
And I want to celebrate. I want a party. Something fun, yet relaxed but definitely fabulous. I’m still deciding what it is exactly that I want to do. Initially, even though I joked about wanting some fancy, big thing at some posh venue, to be honest I just really wanted a big backyard bash. However, Hubby thinks it’s best not to be left with all the tidying up afterwards, and thinking about it now, I think he’s right. Whilst I loved, loved having our wedding reception at a friend’s house, rather than a venue, the downside was all the cleaning up afterwards (which admittedly, I didn’t actually have to do, but Hubby did a bit, as did his family), and of course there’s the preparation beforehand. With 3 boys underfoot, I can imagine that getting ready for a big bash at home would be nothing short of a logistical nightmare!
In any case, my birthday is a celebration, and as I wrote here I’m not getting any younger, so why not enjoy my age and embrace it?
But there’s something else I want for my 40th. I want to look and feel fabulous. I want to be fit, and I want to wear something that I don’t have to suck my tummy in too much to get in to! (And not being someone who’s really in to clothes as such, I’d like to make an effort to find a well-fitted, incredibly gorgeous outfit for the occasion.)
I wrote here last year about my desire to get back in to exercising. I had discovered my shorts from the previous year didn’t fit any more, and I was determined to get back in to them. You see, I’ve always been lucky to be naturally slim (even though I didn’t view it that way in my youth – read about that here). But as I get closer to my 40s, I’m definitely finding a shift in my metabolism. I can’t just eat whatever I want anymore. It shows. In fact, I wore my jeans for the first time since last year the other day, and they felt a little tight. I reasoned they were newly washed, and would stretch before too long. Um, no…they didn’t. And the shorts? They still don’t fit me. In fact, I haven’t even bothered to try to get in to them this year, because I just know it would be pointless. I didn’t stick to my plan.
I don’t want to someday look back at the photos of me at my 40th birthday party and see an unfit, tired looking mum. I want to see a fabulous, fit and 40 year-old woman in the prime of her life! As shallow as it sounds, I want my boys to look back at those photos someday too when they’re older, and say, “Wow, Mum. You looked great!”
And so, once again, I’m promising myself (and you!) that I’m going to get back on that treadmill. I’m also going to aim to break the horrible habit I’ve gotten in to of struggling to get in to bed before midnight each night (true!). And by the time my party comes, fingers crossed, I’ll be feeling great, looking great and ready to face the next forty years!