I turned 30 this year and on the first day of my third decade I realized that I was in a whole new age group. I was fresh and new in the over thirty crowd and suddenly I felt this giant weight fall off my shoulders. No longer did I have to be in the same age group as sorority girls and pop stars, suddenly I was in the age group of women who are eligible to run for president and women who do very grown up things like drop off dry cleaning and make dinner reservations. Yes, twenty year old girls have dry cleaning and and fancy dinners as well, but society tells us that twenty is basically the same as being a teenager who can legally drink.
If forty is the new thirty and thirty the new twenty, clearly twenty is the new boozier teens.
I woke up the morning after my birthday, comfortable in my 30 year old body, thankful it has carried me and my two babies through the last three decades. Imagine if your car suddenly gave birth to two perfect little cars. Would you really be mad that your car ended up with a few bumps and scratches in the process of giving you new cars? So maybe that’s a horrible analogy, but for the first time in my entire life I am content with everything on the inside of me and it feels wonderful. When I decided to do a little upgrade to the outside by losing a few pounds, I learned a lot more about my own self image, things I don’t think I ever would have realized had I not fixed my insides first.
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Bonus: Pinterest becomes flat out porn when on a diet.
What are you going to do with those candy bars? Put them in cookies? Oh! That sounds like a good idea. What’s that? Then you’re going to fill them with ice cream and dip them in chocolate and serve them with hot chocolate? Oh yeah, mmm…tell me more.
Before and after pictures eventually, because I’m not done yet (even though I really, really want to be. WILLPOWER! IT SHALL BE MINE!)
Find more of Casey’s writing on her blog moosh in indy or Babble’s Toddler Times. She’s also available on twitter, facebook, flickr and Instagram. If you can’t find her any of those places? Check the couch, she’s probably taking a nap.