I was at the park the other day with a bunch of moms and their children from my town. I am, undoubtedly, the oldest of our group. I realize that our ages make little difference. We mostly talk about our kids. We watch them interact. We bond over parenting trials and triumphs. The differences in our children’s ages seems more apparent than our own ages. At least from my perspective. The other mom’s could totally be thinking, “Who is this old lady?” Lol. But, Ok. I digress.
So we are at the park and someone brings up some work out DVD. I was going to write video, but that really glorifies my age. It may not even be a DVD, but some type of “on demand” thing you can subscribe to. You, by now, are getting the idea that I have no clue or interest in any kind of P90 X, Y or Z. Someone brought up the 30 day diet or challenge or fix… or something. Again, I have no clue about anything paleo, Atkins or Zone. I had to actually google “diets” to find those. Did you know there is something actually called the Taco Diet? You literally only eat tacos for thirty days. That’s insane.
When I was younger (in my 20’s and 30’s) I was a vegetarian. When I turned 40 I started incorporating meat into my diet. Not a crazy amount, but I realized I really liked a good steak every now and then. I ate clean. Healthy. Fast forward to present day, 47 year old me. I’m on the PB&J Crust diet. It’s when you eat the remnants of your child’s meals to stave off hunger, or, let’s be honest, just because it’s there. My breakfast intake yesterday consisted of 1 spoonful of yogurt, 1 peanut butter covered slice of banana, and a morsel of spinach banana muffin. All from the picked over plate of my son. My lunch was the diet’s namesake, a PB&J crust, plus 1/4 of his unfinished sandwich and a handful of graham bunnies. Delicious. No wonder I eat all Willy Nilly the rest of the day. Now this isn’t everyday. There are days when I am actually conscious when parenting and make myself egg whites and avocado. But some days it’s like I am in a trance and what happens between my hand and my mouth is all but a blur.
Now I can tell you for a fact that my younger self would have never let herself eat so poorly. She would have never let herself gain 5 0r 10 pounds. It just would not have happened. But as I age and I don’t have to think about wearing costumes onstage now, I am way more relaxed about what I eat and, in turn, I am more relaxed about what I look like. I think there will be a limit to my madness. (Like I’m pretty much there.) But I can’t imagine myself being crazed to be thin, like I was when I was younger. I remember believing my worth was directly correlated to my appearance. I suppose, in my line of work, there may have been some truth to that. But I think I took it further than just work, especially when I was 20 & 30. I think I believed that I was lesser than if I wasn’t aesthetically at my best. Ah, youth! This 47 year old feels sorry for that silly girl.
Don’t get me wrong. I want to be healthy. And power to any mom who gets herself to the gym! I admire anyone striving to get back their pre baby body. But I gotta be honest, being over forty puts you at a big disadvantage. Recovery from anything takes so much longer, let alone pregnancy and childbirth. Ugh. This PB&J Crust Diet is all fad and will have to go, for sure. But as long as my clothes fit (cause I LOVE my clothes) I don’t mind too much if I’m a bit softer. Well, a lot softer. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and it clearly isn’t correlated to my appearance these days. I guess it just means that my mind is the healthiest it’s ever been. And I’ll take that.
Until next time, keep fighting the good fight. And remember behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up. Thanks so much for reading! Xoxo