I’m sitting here at the computer on the eve of my birthday. I know this post will publish tomorrow and I just keep telling myself not to write about my birthday. But it’s my birthday.
It feels like it must be acknowledged — but not in an egotistical, it’s-all-about-me way. Maybe more of a naval-gazing sort of way. And those two things may very well be the same thing, but still. Here I sit. And today’s date and my new age just keep fluttering around in my head.
I’m 39. In just one year, I’ll hit 40. It’s a strange thing to be here at this age, and I can’t really explain why that is. I’m not hung up on age, to be perfectly honest. But yet, it’s big. It feels big.
A quick Google search of “Women nearing 40” is a little freaky for those of us nearing 40. I see the words “Cougar,” “frisky,” “Sex drive,” “Health issues,” along with ads for Brazilian virgin hair (huh?) and More magazine.
So what’s there to say about being 39 (i.e. nearing 40)? Let’s see:
- I have gray hair now. Not all over, but enough that a good colorist is worth the money as well as the cashing in of a few vacation hours from work when I’m desperate. Like right now. I’ll be seeing her today at 1.
- I no longer have a job, but a career. A younger employee recently called me a “career woman.” I think this was a compliment, and I’m old and wise enough to realize that — but I’m also old enough to judge her for it and secretly consider it rude.
- I judge. I’m judgey. But in a good way.
- 39 does not seem nearly as old as I thought it did when I was, say, 25. That could be because I’m still quite immature and giggle at poorly worded statements in the most professional of settings. And by that I mean work. I work in the energy industry and yesterday when someone mentioned “wet gas” I giggled. And so did my girlfriend who, thankfully, was sitting next to me at the meeting. At least I’m not alone.
- My body doesn’t really whip back into shape like it did in my 20s. Honestly, nothing really whips at all these days. [This just made me think of Devo.]
- I know who Devo was. Whip It!
- I have jeans in a dresser drawer that I never open. Those jeans are way too tight and I refuse to throw them away because I just know those 10 lbs I haven’t been able to shed in the last decade are bound to come off next week and I’ll squeeze right into them. Seriously.
- My body has shifted in ways that I cannot explain. Well, yes, I can explain it because I’ve had two children whom I breast-fed, I now eat meat, as well as many, many other forms of fat, and I have desk job. Yep, that’s what did it. Oh, and I’m 39.
- I haven’t slept past 7:30 a.m. in years and am in awe that I ever slept until noon back in high school and college.
- I haven’t stayed up past midnight in years – excluding when I had my babies – and am in awe that I ever stayed up that late and pulled all-nighters back in high school and college.
- I survived the sleep deprivation of having newborn babies. I nursed them. I changed their weird poopy diapers at 2 a.m. (then 3 and 4 a.m.) after being awake for 16 hours straight because they had practically been attached to my boob for that entire length of time. And I love those babies more than anything in this world.
- My underwear has gotten bigger as I have gotten older. I no longer opt for bikini cuts and thongs, but boxy boy cuts and full coverage skivvies. In my mind it’s very attractive. Even more so than the bikini briefs.
- I have very liberal, strong, educated, sound political opinions on important issues, such as women’s health, education, health care and taxes, and I know when and when not to express those opinions — and yet when to always stand up for them.
- I am turning into my mother. It’s really not that bad.
So that’s 39. I’ll leave you a few simple stats before sharing my food and running logs:
- I’m 39.
- I’ve been on a running streak for 200 days.
- I’ve run more than 500 miles this year.
I’m logging my food for a bit to see how I’m doing on the nutrition front, as is fellow daily runner and blogger Brendon Birch in U.K. (Be sure to check out his blog. He’s running for a great cause.)
I’ve got some room for improvement, but it is my birthday week: A girl’s gotta live a little after running for 200 days straight. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself right now…
Monday – 7/15
- Breakfast: Greek yogurt with granola, coffee
- Mid-morning snack: Mixed nuts
- Lunch: Evol Chicken Teriyaki frozen meal. Very natural and very tasty!
- Mid-afternoon snack: Grapes and Lara bar
- Supper: Roasted chicken sandwich with avocado & tomatoes on multi-grain bread.
- Cheat: A glass of red wine
Tuesday – 7/16
- Breakfast: Yogurt again and, of course, coffee
- Lunch: Turkey & Swiss on whole wheat, and I cheated and had a few chips (they were the baked ones!). It was a work lunch and they had cookies. I. Ate. A. Cookie. Oh, the shame. It had M&Ms in it. I couldn’t even take a picture because I ate it so quickly.
Supper: Burger night! I had turkey burger with no bun & a few baked fries.
This was just a day of cheating, wasn’t it?
Wednesday – 7/17
- Breakfast: Berry smoothie.
- Lunch: Chicken salad, cucumbers, fruit
- Supper: Homemade ricotta, spinach & Roma tomato pizza
- Cheat: Snack size bag of M&Ms. I savored all 12 of those things, too.
That’s what’s going on with me. The food cheats will grow by the time I update next because, well, I’m planning to have birthday treats later today. So, cheers! I hope you’ll celebrate with me: If you’ve been following along, I know you’ve got some plenty to toast to and celebrate for making it daily for 200 days. This goes double for my blog mates!
My running log — which has surpassed the 500 mile mark — is below.