2 posts tagged “30”

Nope, I'm not talking about my age. I'm talking about weight loss. Today, I reached the 30 pound mark. That's 30 pounds gone, people! (And 30 more to go. sigh.) The last seven pounds have been a real bitch to get rid of but my trainer now has me running so I think that helped. I'm noticing less bulk in my hips and my belly, which is still a little like Jell-O. How will I celebrate this milestone? Eh. Food is no longer a reward and I just bought a new pair of running shoes last week so we'll call that my gift to myself for reaching the halfway mark.

So. What's happening? Well, this week I turn 30 and I have to admit that I'm a little freaked out about it. I think my getting a personal trainer was part of dreading the big three-oh. So far in my life, I've lived in some interesting places and met some awesome friends (Ginger, Lee, Dave, Julie, Andy, Amy). I've had some cool jobs (television producer, writer, barista, trail crew) and some not-so-cool jobs (television producer). I've grown to appreciate my family and new members of my family (Jason, Jody, Jessica, Sancho, Megan, Travis, Susan, Randy, Mark, Adele, etc.).

But, what does 30 mean? It means time is speeding up. It means I've lived 30 years and I haven't done so many things that I want to do. It means that I worry about whether I'll be able to experience everything I want to experience in my next 30 years. Will I ever get to Paris? What about Africa? At what point is it going to be too late to have kids? (That's a rhetorical question) Will I ever find the perfect balance between life and work? Am I too old to join Cirque du Soleil?

Whatever lies ahead, I'm glad you're all here with me.