I'm not even 30 yet and I already know it sucks. Not because I am getting "old", or that I have more wrinkles (which I do, but just more pronounced under my eyes), but because the day I turned 29, my metabolism took a train to the south pole and hasn't been back since.
No more over eating without consequences.
No more gaining 5 pounds and losing it right away.
No more exercising a little and losing all kinds of weight. In a week.
Hello having to eat 1200 calories to loose weight (thank goodness that maintenance doesn't have to be 1200 calories!).
Hello gaining 5 pounds and never getting rid of it.
Hello working my a$$ off at the gym and seeing no fat loss, even with the ton of muscle I am building (and I know because I can SEE it).
When you are almost 30, that one donut really does go straight to your spare tire.
The good news is, I am almost halfway into my 29th year and I have come to the realization that I can no longer hold onto my 20 year old diet practices. I MUST do something differently. And that really is good news because I can move on to a healthier life style, almost solely because I have to in order not to be a big marshmallow.
And, I am happy about it. Excited, even. It's like throwing away that piece of clothing that is 10+ years old. Is it hard? Yes-because what if I want to wear it one day?! But isn't it also satisfying tossing out something old and making room in your closet for something new??
It is hard to change the way I look at food and exercise. No more short cuts (because there really are shortcuts when you are in your 20s!). But I think I have come to accept this fact. And it feels like a bit of closure; kind of like a breakup that one can still hold onto for no reason whatsoever.
Realization.
Acceptance.
Closure.
Moving on.
