On being thirty-something


This may just be my opinion, but come on thirties, I really want to like you. On one hand, my thirties have been liberating. Turning thirty made me feel like maybe I wasn't "that" stupid anymore. For many of life's experiences it just isn't my first rodeo and I appreciate that. I am less to dwell on the opinions of others and I don't put up with being taken advantage of like I did in my twenties. I really like that too. But I also feel that at 33, I entered into my junior high phase of adult hood.

What is this?!?

A good 25 pound gain, breaking out like a teenager, weird skin things, hormones all over the map, exhausted but not able to sleep....I can go on and on.  I have sat in multiple Dr/ holistic/ personal trainer/ med spa offices asking professionals to "fix me". My OB-GYN says most people don't even know PMS until their thirties. Well that's a fun time, PMS takes up about half of my life. HALF...that's no way to live (or to be lived with). Some say I have too few hormones, others say too many. I have been told by three different people that the good news is that I am fat all over (still on the fence about that being good news) so losing weight will "be fun". Gosh, I wish it were fun. Everyone tells me I have too much stress (show me a thirty something Mom that doesn't). I should exercise just for that reason. Everyday. Well that would be awesome if I weren't so stinking tired. I don't mean to complain, I am grateful to be relatively healthy and able to do all I need to. It's just a lot to take in- I have changed my diet, my birth control, the vitamins I take, the way I exercise, the way I take care of my skin, how I handle stress...

This thirty something thing isn't for the birds.

Thirty, Flirty and Thriving is more like Thirty, Grouchy, and Starving

Or maybe it's just me?!? Maybe people love thirties?...I bet they are the gals that love pregnancy too.

Some girls have all the luck.

In any case, I just turned 34 and I'm taking these thirties head on. Sure I have a few more lines on my face (mixed with acne), and a grey hair or two that pop right out of my crazy poodle curly hair (also a new thirty something arrival). People may call me ma'am more often than not and others give me advice for "older ladies".  Well, I have decided I'm just going to own it and figure out what it is my body is trying to tell me.  Or maybe I am going to learn how to do my best and just be content with what I have been given (I sure hate learning that). Here's to the rest of my thirties- I've decided I will do my darndest to find a way to like you again- we've got six years to figure this out.

1 comment:

  1. My heart both hurts for you a little and is relieved that I'm, once again, not alone. I'm sorry for your struggles because I know how much they hurt- and it's a hurt that no one sees and that isn't easily remedied. I feel like we should have it all figured out by now.. right?! And yet, we are still trial and error in so many areas, not the least of which concerns our bodies and our roles as parents. Gah. One day at a time, and the knowledge that the Big Guy upstairs loves us anyway.