As I turned 49 the year before last it occurred to me that I could, in fact, be healthier and fitter at 50 that ever before, certainly since school days, if I chose to be.
Hmmmm, I didn't quite factor in my intrinsic lack of self discipline and stubborn pursuance of anything indulgent. I am not naturally fit, I love drinking, I adore eating food, especially things not good for me......cake, cheese, anything with cream.......you get the picture.
I turned 50 in the latter stage of last year and realised that, darn, I hadn't quite managed to transform myself into that fit, svelte, younger version of me that I had allowed myself to imagine.
And being a girl who loves a fresh start deadline (a significant birthday, New Year, Monday morning) then I felt as if I had somewhat missed the boat.
So, here I am, steadfastly heading towards being 51, and starting to make some changes. As it is hard work sometimes, I thought I would give myself in to some healthy introspection every now and again to chart these strange waters, to try to map out the territory I am embarking on.
If I falter then I can look back and see how far I have come.....assuming I do actually travel some distance in the improvement stakes.
Here's hoping.
