I was in my late thirties when I finished my college degree, and one of my favorite professors made a comment that these days, I can’t get out of my head. She said that our thirties are the best, because when we are in our forties, everyone starts getting sick.
I fear it’s true. Three people I know have MS. Three people I know have been affected by lung cancer. I have friends who have or who are battling breast cancer; a beautiful woman I know is about to have her cancerous insides removed. I am at that age when things that didn’t creak before are starting to moan; where every twinge or tingle bodes of something malicious, and I put off the doctor because I’m not sure I want to know.
But the truth is, I want to live vibrant life. A beautiful life. And that includes — but is not limited to — living out that life in a beautiful, healthy body.
What is a beautiful body? In my mind, right now, it is healthy, strong, not tiring in the middle of the day. It encases a brain that is wired for productivity, a heart that pumps rich, luscious blood to all sorts of places. It has abs that don’t hang over my jeans and a butt that doesn’t spread like cheese. It craves a hard workout and healthy food from the earth, not the processing plant.
I know that as this blog evolves, heated discussion around the societal norms and mores of beauty will ensue. But the over-arcing idea here is about finding my own beauty — what makes me feel beautiful? What is beautiful to me? How can I create more beauty — spiritually, physically, emotionally?
This beautiful life thing has become a theme in my thinking. What are the things that create beauty in life? For me, aesthetics are definitely involved. I want color and flowers, textures and fragrance. I want the sensual. The carnal. I want freshness. I want to look good in my jeans and not have to check my blood sugar daily. I want to drink of the wine, feel ice cream melt on my tongue, drip a honey-scrub over my body in the shower. I want to run my own hands across my muscles and feel awe.
It will begin with a quest for health. Surely the path will expand to include more.
But hopefully, my butt won’t.