As time is going on, I’m starting to question what my goal is.
When I started this journey, I just wanted to become more healthy and lose weight. I’m doing that, and I’m feeling so much better and healthier than I did.
Then I started gymming, and that has made me happier still. I love spending time at the gym, and now my husband and stepdaughter have joined me with memberships of their own. It’s becoming a family thing.
I’ve been back at the gym since the start of October, and it feels wrong when I miss a day with no good reason.
People are beginning to notice me too. I put on muscle crazy easily, and already I’m starting to look like “someone who works out” rather than “someone who eats out”!
But with all of this, I feel like I want a more solid goal to aim for. I don’t want to do competitive lifting, as I have an old back injury that makes me wary of squats in particular. But competitive bodybuilding… maybe…?
I thought about going on stage a few years ago. I didn’t, because of my stomach. I felt like no matter what I did, I couldn’t get around the loose skin issue from having had kids.
But now I think I’m ready to push past that and go screw it! I’m a mum, I had kids, this is my body and I think it’s okay.
I’m not at that point – yet – but I think I might be able to get there.
So I’m starting to think I’m going to do it. Aim for stage. An old woman, 50+, throwing caution to the wind and giving life a go.
Because why not?
If I do make that decision – and I’m pretty sure I will – I’ll blog it here.
Because I think more old women should challenge ourselves and face our fears instead of sitting at home crocheting booties. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s just not me.
I’m scared that I really think I’m going to do this. Excited and scared. In a good way 🙂
The thing I’m happiest about, oddly enough, is that at least I know I’d be in Physique class, so I wouldn’t have to wear stripper heels!
fit, fed and fasted 