Wednesday, March 28, 2012
On my 45th birthday I had an epiphany. I realized no matter how hard I wished, my metabolism was not reverting back to the days of the burn, burn, burn. Twenty years ago, if my metabolism could have been described as a type of car, I'd have been a gas guzzler -something like a big old caddie. What girl could ask for more? Eat and never think about it. Then it happened...marriage, children, and a savings account or at least saving for school clothes or new carpet, or a vacation. In the mist of all my savings, I am convinced that my metabolism not only got in on the act but actually perfected it. My metabolism doesn't just save, it conserves. In fact, if I chose a car to describe my metabolism today, I'd be a Prius. Good gas mileage...plenty of storage room in the rear... Which brought me to this question - "If I went car shopping this afternoon, would I choose a Prius? The answer is "No!" While there is nothing wrong with a Prius - it just doesn't appeal to me. So why sit back and buckle up in a body style that isn't what I want? Don't get me wrong, this body of mine gets me from point A to point B. It has seen me through some tough times and given me a few along the way. But it's time to trade it in. I've reached the point where I want to drive in style....maybe not as a Lexus, all sleek and sophisticated....but something dependable...tough...like a Chevy - Camero that is!