Ok, so you guys know I just had a birthday, right? Wherein I told you how bomb diggitylicious my kids are? So, I turned 39. Thirty-nine years old. That’s me. Yep. 39. That’s my number. And the funny thing is, I really don’t mind it a bit. I was sort of afraid to say it out loud – and cringed when my brother said it – he was the first one to say the number out loud in direct reference to little ‘ol me. But you know what? When I said it out loud – you know what happened? The same exact thing that happened to me when I turned 27. I discovered that I like the number. I like the age. I like what I think it says about me. Does it really say any of those things I’m thinking it says about me? Who knows – probably not. But I like the way it sounds. So that’s cool.

So where I’m going with all of this hullaballoo – and how we get to my ‘Ultimate Wimpiness’ – is that for some time now I knew I would have a ‘Turning 40′ goal. In fact, I knew the year I turned 30. One of my best friends at the time, a super duper cool chick named Debbie, just happened to be ten years older than I. And she had a ‘Turning 40′ goal. And I just thought that was a really cool thing to do. Her goal was to run a mile, as she had been very busy with child-rearing and homeschooling and had not been running in quite some time. She made it – ahead of time, and ran longer than a mile. I was so proud of her and so uber impressed.

And at that time, I decided that my goal would be….

What the hell is that, you say? Well, let me see if YouTube can just help us out with that one a little bit…

Ok, I found one, here we go:

That is a round-off flip-flop – or a round-off back handspring. It won’t take me long at all to work up to a front handspring, but, the back handspring will be another story. I’m not exactly sure when the last time I actually did one was. I know I took an adult gymnastics class after Shawn was born, but, I’m thinking I’ve done one more recently than that, as well. That could just be my ‘painting the picture’ prettier for myself, though, if you know what I mean. So yeah – I definitely did one in November 1994. LOL Maybe since then, too – but, who knows….

My intentions (darn those things!) were to begin ‘training’ on the day I turned 39. I think that slipped my mind. I didn’t start until two days later. And I was going to start back up with Sparkpeople.com and take baby steps back toward my good weight loss habits of last year. And I thought – ha! I thought I could at least do a few push-ups every day. See, I want to start working my way up in push-ups and then move on to handstand push-ups – because, those are what really give you power and insure you don’t break your freaking neck when flip-flopping over!

I’ve disappointedly discovered, however, that I’m a horrible, horrible wimp. Haha! I did pushups, situps, and what I call ‘supermans’ (and Sparkpeople calls back extensions) on Sunday. I knew my stomach muscles were hurting after that first day and I figured that was from the situps. Well, guess what? I set out to exercise on Monday and started with the pushups – and OH. MY. GAWD. My stomach muscles HURT. SO. BADLY. that I could barely do them. I didn’t even think about the fact that you use your stomach muscles in keeping your back straight during the pushups! And people, I’m only doing FIVE!!!! I did them anyway, and did the other things, as well as some stretching and do you know what????

I actually had trouble sleeping last night, my stomach was so sore! It kept waking me up! What the heck????

I think that means every day, at least starting out here, is not going to be a reality in the ol’ pushups department. What a freaking wimp!! I did two today! *shakes head*

I am definitely going to do something at least – every day. Even if it’s the tiniest little thing – just to keep my mind in the mode of exercising/getting healthy. I’ve actually put back on twelve pounds recently – after my forty pound weight loss last year. Wah! I need to change my ‘weight loss ticker’ on Sparkpeople.com and I haven’t done it yet. I just can’t bring myself to change it.

In conclusion - I turned 39. 39 sounds pretty cool. I’m gonna be 40 next year. (No shit?) And by that time I want to do a round-off flip-flop. I’m doing pushups. They hurt like hell. I got waaaaay off track on my weight loss journey. I’m getting back on track. And that’s that.