Deep down, I’m still a six year-old at heart. I’m easily motivated by the simple things in life, like ice cream, a shopping trip, and yes, my first-grade teacher’s favorite, the coveted gold star. A few years ago I made a decision. I was staring (okay, glaring) at the calendar, and my 40th birthday was looming on the horizon.
I am kind of like Dorothy wandering through Oz, but also feel like the scared Lion, trying to weather this storm of information swirling in my head like a tornado. I’m constantly thinking to myself, “Do I have the brains to remember everything, or the heart to even try?” And when I look in the mirror, all I see looking back at me is an exercise bike flying by with this toned woman saying that she’s going to get me and my little kitty too.
When I began my Great Shape journey a couple of months ago, I forgot about what happens around this time of year. It’s time for Girl Scouts of the USA to help me fill my cupboard with numerous delectable treats. However, this year there is a problem. I actually checked the calorie count of some of my favorites and was deeply disturbed. So I have, to this point, chosen to forgo the tantalizingly tasty treats because I now know that a serving of Thin Mints (my favorite) is only four cookies. To me, four cookies are more like a good start.
Like many women, my 40th birthday came and went without me setting up a mammogram appointment. Sure, I know that medical standards recommend that this screening be done beginning at 40, but I just didn’t make the call (or online request!). And if you are wondering why, well the list of excuses can go on and on – busy, forgot, in denial that I’m that old, etc. You get the picture.
I sidled up to get a closer look at the sleek vision that was before me. This was the type of bike that road cyclists dream of, a titanium-framed masterpiece painted in silver and red. The owner proudly displayed his prize, allowing it to jut a little too far into the grassy area that was already slightly worn by the passage of many wheels and cycling shoes. He noticed my gait slow ever so slightly, and he looked at me expectantly. “She is a beauty!” I exclaimed, just a little awkwardly. This was the intro the owner needed.