middle age, metabolism, and Monday

Someone used “middle age” to define my season the other day, and I have to say I was a little offended.

Although — to be fair — if I’m blessed to live for 90 years, and I’m 45, I guess technically you really can’t get any more middle than that.

It’s not so much denial as perhaps my failure to adjust to the change of seasons. I figure I’m right in the middle of the August of life, which is still summer, if you know what I mean.

Well, maybe I’m more like August 22nd in a perpetual last-week-before-school-starts frenzy of doing all the things, buying all the things, trying not to feel to awfully bad about all the things on your summer list you didn’t get to, and rushing to Office Max at the last minute hoping you get to the college-ruled composition books before all they have left is One Direction. And in front of me is September, when the Pacific Northwest weather’s suddenly rainy, then warmer, then cooler, then cold mornings and intensely hot 3 p.m.’s and you’re sitting on the sidelines of a soccer game in Seattle in October getting a sunburn . . . (don’t read too much into that).

So, half way through my 45th year, I suppose I should accept that I’m staring down autumn pretty hard.  And I think I’m finally okay with it. Except the lack of metabolism.

No. This is serious. I’m in a season where merely looking at sugar is the new actually consuming sugar.

I’ve got fat now where I used to be super smug that I didn’t. Watch out, young braggarts. Even after four babies I had a flat stomach. Had, being the operative word here.

And there really is only one solution to this problem. (Well, of course there are others, and I know them and need to do them, but do please hear me out here . . .)

Mom jeans.

That’s right. For the first time since the 90’s,  I bought a pair of pants that hits me at my natural waistline. Surprisingly, they’re far more comfortable than the hipsters I’ve worn forever, and they seem to have the side benefit of reducing the muffin top. Who knew?

Also, I could actually wear the size I still am in my head, which was quite pleasant because that never happens with low-rise jeans. And hey, if I don’t tuck my shirt in, no one will ever know . . .

Unless, hypothetically, in your rush to get out the door to work you accidentally leave one of the forty-six stickers of marketing brilliance on the jeans and walk through the office with a shiny Ultrastretch plastered across your bum.

It could happen . . .

And also . . . I just realized why I fit into the size I thought I should. Wow. Really — just now.

But seriously, last week was hard. I had to go buy clothes, and I would so much rather buy that cute little red-fluted crockery dish than try on thirty-six dresses that are decidedly NOT “all about that bass.”

It was so traumatic, I yearned to stop in Trader Joe’s and buy dark chocolate covered anything to make me feel better.

And then it hit me. Duh. That that’s part of the reason I’m feeling crappy about the shape I’m in. I can’t eat like I used to. And that is so sad. Partly because it’s just a bummer and partly because I have a houseful of men who can pretty much eat whatever they want and run it off.

I resisted Trader Joe’s. (cue applause)

I have to face the reality that at my age (yes, I said it) and with my metabolism it’s going to take long-term commitment and discipline. The for-the-rest-of-my-life kind.  Cuz if I told you how many calories a person my age and my height and tiny bone structure needs, you would cry for me. Or you would say, Oh Honey, learn to love running.  

I guess I say all this because the need for discipline is hidden around every corner of my life right now. And I see value in the daily and the mundane — as much as my flibbertigibbet spirit resists it.

So here’s my simple prayer for a new week:

God, help me to accept that my body is not what it once was, and please help me take good care of it now. Help me embrace a season of discipline without becoming obsessed. And please help me resist the free M & M’s  at work, you know how much of a temptation they are on Mondays. Amen.

Happy Monday!

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P.S. What’s your favorite thing about your current season of life and what’s the thing you could really just do without? Write it here in the comments. I would love to know!

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9 thoughts on “middle age, metabolism, and Monday

  1. Thanks for this, Deb! I am right there with you…and it’s not always pretty. I was in a discussion the other day about heaven and new bodies. There is hope! 🙂

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  2. Oh Deb, yes! My 45-year-old thoughts exactly. There’s something unfair (or is it the ultimate justice?) about being the person who could “eat anything and not gain weight” only to discover that all those childhood ho-hos and potato chips show up as tummy pudge all on the same day in these mid-40s. I hear you, sister! 😉

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  3. I agree it’s just NOT fair!!! Even 2 or 3 years ago I could be “kind of bad” and the scale would be kind to be. Now at 45 staring 46 in the face in a few months. One small slip I swear makes the number on the scale go up. Luckily, I have a guy who doesn’t point out every new little bulge, or dimple. I had to give up Gluten this year too. Really I went 44 years with it & we were happy together & suddenly my body decides No way lady, you eat Gluten & you’ll be scratching an incredibly itchy rash!!! I’m learning to live on a mostly Paleo lifestyle, but Ohhhh do I miss Bread & all things Gluten :). Thanks once again for making me smile with your post!

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  4. LOL! I missed this one. Oh Deb – so wished you lived closer. Because I relate to every single sentence here. From dark chocolate to despising clothing shopping (How is it that people who can sew clothing hate the mall full of it – ’cause you know I could jump into historical or futuristic designs with a passion – just not if I have to wear it LOL!) And of course the main points in between all of that. Hardest thing for me is the discipline and cutting time out to regularly exercise and hit the produce section. Cause vegetable shopping is almost as exciting as trying on jeans!

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    1. Every time you write anything, Mysie, it makes me sad we are so far away from each other. Yes! Give me any other time period but now to design for & I can do it! Why? I don’t know. Also, discipline is so very hard when it’s something you don’t want to do . . . LOL.

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