From the day, maybe even the hour of my 32nd birthday I felt a change. 32, I get it, you probably are not going to be my best year. You came in like a beast, starting around midnight with my son who just wouldn’t/couldn’t go back to sleep. The sleepless night turned into a morning of intense bickering (pointlessly) with my husband. A few hours later, while on a conference call, I saw my phone light up twice with missed calls from my son’s preschool. I quickly excused myself from the call to learn he was really unhappy and his fever was upwards of 101, I needed to go pick him up right away.
I spent much of the afternoon at the doctor’s office discovering our most recent round of antibiotics was not effective and my son’s ears still looked horrible. I think her exact words were, “I am running out of antibiotics to prescribe him, he needs to have his adenoids removed and tubes put in as soon as possible.”
All this is to say that, my birthday felt like anything but a birthday. Since then, it’s been a month of challenges, both personally and professionally. However, the biggest issue I have with you, 32, is that you are definitely the year I have been waiting for – and not in a good way. I knew this would happen eventually. I’ve had friends warn me, my mother and mother-in-law told me too, and I’ve read about this in countless magazines.
After you turn 30, you will discover a noticeable change in your metabolism. I read in a Self Magazine article, “ Metabolic rate (the number of calories we burn in a day) plummets as we age, decreasing about 1 percent each year after we hit 30.” According to WebMD, “compared to age 25, you’ll burn about 100 fewer calories a day at 35 and 200 fewer at 45. Do nothing, and you could gain eight to 12 pounds a year.”
As much as I worked out in the past, I equally indulged. I consider dessert and wine a must after dinner. I am a frequent snacker, and I have been known to go to town on a bag of potato chips. Sure my body changed after having a baby, I was able to get to my pre-baby weight in about a month. I guess I was lucky, but all of my indulgences never made an impact on my body. I’m not bragging, I put in hard work too.
Yet, now, the work I put in doesn’t seem like enough and I just feel different. I feel sick after indulging and I can literally feel the food sticking to my thighs and stomach. My body just doesn’t seem the same; my muscles are feeling looser, my energy levels are feeling lower. It’s as if the formula I had been using to maintain my weight has suddenly stopped working.
But, 32, I won’t let you slow me down. If anything, you are motivating me to work harder, try new things, switch it up. I know I will have to make some dietary changes too, and you got me there. Thank you for the wake up call, I am up for the challenge!