What Does 49 Look Like?

I’m not a good judge of age. Point out someone on the street and ask me to guess their age and I’m sure to be off by 10 years. I’m not sure why this is. Perhaps it is because I try to compare how they look to how I look. Or how I believe I look. In my minds eye, I’m still 30. I remember what I looked like at 30. And I suppose I liked it.

Don’t get me wrong. Right now, I’m in the best shape of my life. And I love how I look. But, age does start to show itself in the most unlikely of places…

like when you swing your legs out of bed in the morning, or when you stand back up after squatting a while. When you can’t remember why you entered a room or can’t recall a memory that your children can. When your oily skin of the past has turned into flaky, dry, sandpaper. Yeah, that’s age.

I try to think back to when my mom was 49. I would have been 19. And I must have been way to preoccupied with my own life to even remember hers. How did she feel at that age? Did she look like me? Do I look like her?

I have a better memory for my sisters at that age since we are four and six years apart. My sisters do not age. They both look amazing, and at least 10 years younger than they are. I would guess them wrong in a heart beat. I have to assume my mom was the same.

What does 49 look like? Does it look like me? How does it feel? Do 49 year olds feel the way I do? Most of the time, I feel f#&$^@ fabulous. I’m proud of where I am and how far I have come both emotionally and physically. Some days, however, I feel like crap. I’m achy and tired, and I start to panic that I really am getting old. Will I be able to continue to run? Will I be able to keep doing my P90X workouts? Or is age inevitable?

P90X Muscles!

P90X Muscles!

I’d like to believe that it is not…that you are as old as you feel. I still see myself at 30 when I think of what I look like. That has to be a good thing. If I saw myself as I really am, I suppose I’d be a better judge about the age of others. Is this unrealistic?

I think it is more optimistic.

Yeah…that’s it.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Yes, I’ve entered the final year of my 40s. And that’s OK.

C’mon 50…come and get me.

Ready to get my driver's license renewed...


Have you recently celebrated a milestone birthday? Which one, and how did it make you feel?

2 Responses to What Does 49 Look Like?

  1. Jenn says:

    50 is the new 20! You look awesome and you feel awesome, and that’s … well… it’s awesome!

    I just turned 38, so 40 is coming. BRING IT! The older I get, the happier I am. I am more confident, more settled, more comfortable in myself and my life. It’s such a great ride!

  2. Turning 50 was so hard for me…and then I met my coach Becky and the rest is history. The best is yet to come, my friend! With a little annoyances thrown in. Like arthritis in the big toe. And the need to get more sleep. But it’s all good.

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