And a Beach House, Definitely a Beach House

I’m in my late 30’s, guys. I’m starting to panic. I remember back in 2003 when I met Mike I was 29 and (full of ideals? Did you think I was going to say full of ideals? I wasn’t. Ok so I was but I’m not going to now, happy?) FULL OF IDEAS (not ideals) and trying to get out of a horrible marriage and I’d just moved back to Vegas from Washington State. I thought I was old then, but boy oh boy do I feel old now.

My body just isn’t what it used to be. I exercise, I drink water and I watch what I eat but it’s just not as healthy as it could be. True, I’ve had 2 babies in the last year and 4 moths but that’s not going to keep me down. I’m determined. I’m losing this weight once and for all. If I have to cut it off myself, I will. (ok so no I’m not cutting it off myself but I’d like to for sure)

Now, I live in a state where it snows. A LOT. This is bad because a) I like to run/walk outside b) I don’t like slipping. That means I can’t go outside to exercise from like Nov-April here. That’s a long damn time.

My hair is long, my skin is tan and getting wrinkly and I’m catching little glimpses of myself all the time in the mirror of myself wondering “who is that chick!?” I remember thinking that by the time I was 40 I wanted to be settled in a house on the beach with my kids in high school and college and my days freed up with reading books and long walks and lunch with friends and I’ll tell you what....I’m no where close to that. I’m still a mom of babies. I live in the Rocky Mountains. I have lunch with friends but only a few times a year. I’m ok with this though. Well, ok with everything but the beach house. That haunts me. How could it not though?

I’ll sign up for a gym in town if I have to, but I’m determined to be healthy. I want to live to see grandbabies, and great grandbabies and if I’m so lucky to have them, GREAT GREAT GRANDBABIES.

Now, to figure out how to get that beach house. Anybody wanna throw one our way? Thanks.