Warning: Video contains mature language. Well, just one five letter word that describes male genitalia. But still. Probably not suitable for children.
My 40th Birthday is less than 60 days away, folks. As I do with any major impending event or rite of passage, I get a little wiggy. I do weird shit in hopes of shedding a few pounds and looking my best, as is demonstrated in my latest video blog.
I’ve heard that “everything changes” at age 40, like metabolism decreases and cellulite increases, and that whatever condition my body is in at 40, is going to be the best I’m gonna get. Yet, in the same breath, I’ve also heard that a woman at age 40 finally enters a phase of being comfortable in her own skin, and that despite the saggy, flabby, wrinkly body parts, she is more likely to feel confident about herself (especially now, thanks to Botox).
Whatever the case may be, I am looking forward to the next phase of life. But I am also hell bent on losing some lbs. Hence the crazy shit as in the video above.
In anticipation for the big birthday, I’ve come up with my own take on the Dance, Laugh, Sing, Live poem to remind me of what’s important in this next stage.