Milestone birthdays mean different things to different people. When I began thinking about how I saw myself spending my 50th, I envisioned doing something big, something bold, something totally bad-ass. I dreamed of doing something that others would hear about and marvel, whoa… a 50-year-old is doing THAT?!?
The one where we are granted furlough.
The one where nature comes calling.
The one where I pull my head out of my ass and make a decision with my brain, not my ego.
The one where I made my own training schedule.
The one where I climb up and down mountains. Like a mountain goat.
The one where I dive deep into Day 1 of Fat Camp version 2.0.
The one where I complain about how much effort it took JUST TO GET THERE.
A tribute to Seinfeld: The post about nothing.
The one where I announce that I am headed back to Fat Camp.
If only I could sweat the crazy self-image issues out of my brain the way I sweat the fat off my body.