On being 30-something...

I started working out again this week. Mainly, because I was so depressed about how I looked in all of the photos from my trip home (It appears some were happier with them than I was). Most of the pictures that were half way decent, my body was blocked by someone else! Is this my fate now that I'm thirty-something - A never ending diet and workout regime? I don't even like to working out! How is it that something that is supposed to be so good for you can make you feel like you are going to die?

I didn't think I looked my age until recently, I saw a picture of me and Dougie's 18 year old girlfriend and for the first time, I was horrified to see that I actually look 30-something (I'll be sure not to sit next to her too often when we're out)!

You would think that this fan club silliness would have lifted my confidence in some way, but it hasn't. Most of you that have participated haven't seen me in many years and I'm sure remember the girl I once was, not the woman I am today.

Don't get me wrong - it's lovely to be remembered in such a way, but my goal now is to no longer want to hide behind someone when there is a camera in site - but stand proud out in front.

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