My boyfriend is good for all kinds of things. Opening Jars. Reaching things in the top cabinets. Recommending good sci-fi shows. And fulfilling my daily quota for completely useless knowledge.
Never one to hold back some crazy thing he’s learned, he comes at me the other day with this: “Did you you know that physically we are both past our prime?” Boy does he know how to make a girl feel good. Let me just whip out my eye cream now. Thanks, hun! <—Word I actually use all the time in real life (it’s the Baltimore in me)
And so I googled it. Turns out, we probably aren’t. Although he might be (based on the research). Woo hoo lady friends! We keep rockin it longer! But we are both at our strength peak.
I couldn’t find a proper diagram for you, so I made one. You’re welcome.
Just add that to the list of reasons why I’ll never be offering design services.
So my first thought was, wait, this is as strong as I’m ever going to be? Because people, the amount of jars I need help opening is pretty pathetic. Upper body strength = Zero. So bad that I’m hiring movers to move us just so I don’t have to embarrass myself trying to carry the couch an end table.
This brings me to food. Oh food. I just can’t quit you. And obviously I won’t because that would make me…dead. I think we’re all familiar with Kate Moss’s saying “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” Well Kate Moss can shove it because she’s obviously never had Avocado eggrolls.
And wait. Food, all food. I have zero self control and owe a big thank you to my genetics for letting me love it without it affecting me much (yet).
But I think what I’m getting at here is this: what if this is the best I’m ever going to look?
A shallow thought. Certainly shallow. But who isn’t, a little? What if by the time I get bit by the fitness bug, it’s twice as hard to get results? Essentially: Am I giving up my potential peak hotness?
It’s possible, friends. Very possible. And every time I see some mother of 3 drinking green smoothies and talking about how much she loves Zumba I want to smack myself in the face. I’ve got youth working in my favor. Oh and probably 10X more free time than the average mother. But I just wonder, is it really worth it? Though I’ve never been super fit, does it really feel that good? I’m going with no.
Oh, did you think this was going to be followed by some sweeping declaration of health, fitness, and self-control? Erm, no.
Nicole has long been one of my very favorite bloggers. She’s a born and bred California girl who is leaving shortly for…wait for it….South Africa! She’s recently revealed the big news that she’s also engaged!
One of my favorite things about Treasure Tromp is reading about Nicole’s travels. They include American and International adventures! It’s inspiring to see now Nicole takes advantage of the beauty around her and exploring what our country has to offer!
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