48

Yesterday, I turned 48. I started my day with a crossfit workout. That's right. I played like a girl.

I often have to remind myself how far I've come, and also where I've come from. Yes, I changed my way of eating to Paleo/Primal way of life and lost more than 40 pounds. I'm thrilled with that, especially with all you hear about once you're a certain age (and especially if you're menopausal) your metabolism slows down and it's so hard to lose. Eating a Standard American Diet (SAD) yes, it is. Go Paleo and watch how it changes. But that isn't the point of this post.

I go to the "box"for my WOD (crossfit lingo: box=gym; WOD=workout of the day). There are people of all ages and fitness levels. The thing is, I don't really run into anyone who I can realistically compare myself to . . . not that I should compare myself but I'm human. There are people my age, but I haven't met anyone my age who is really working out for the first time in their lives.

I have to look at the fact that I'm going, regularly. I work hard when I'm there. I feel great afterward (although often breathing heavy and sore the next day or so). I'm getting stronger. I'm feeling more fit. I still love crossfit! I even got past my funk and brief feeling of wanting to quit. Thanks to my best friend and one of my biggest supporters, Ute.

So what if my weights are significantly lower than everyone else's. So what if my rounds are lower or my time is slower. So what if it takes me six and a half minutes to run a half mile. So what if I have to modify most of the exercises. So what if there are some exercises that I just can't do. I'm still lifting weights. I'm still doing the WOD. I'm still running. I'm still doing the exercises. I'm still finding a good substitute for the exercises I can't do. And I'm still loving it. I have great trainers and great people who I work out with . . . and I'm having fun, getting stronger and more fit.

48 feels great!