I’m 30 today. Technically I won’t be 30 until around 11:27pm ET, but we’ll just let that drop and say I’m there already. Doesn’t feel that much different, except for my exasperation with myself for not taking the day off of work, and for overpaying some bills I really didn’t have to, which means that I could have spent the day shopping, but instead I’m broke and working on some boring PR details. Meh.

Today’s Weight: A glorious 155.2 lbs. I’m not kidding you guys; 155 is about as far away from 160 as Greece is from Siberia. I feel gorgeous. My tummy’s not as poochy, my chin is a little sharper, my eyes look more seductive, and in general I feel saucy and extremely attractive. There are issues, as always – my arms hold a lot of fat, and that weird spot between my breasts and armpits is still grossing me out – but that’s just fat. It can be worked off, like the rest of this weight, and it will in time.

Yesterday I called up a local swimming school to see when I could start taking lessons. I can’t swim, never have been able to, even though I took classes when I was little. I wasn’t scared of water then, but I am mildly so now. I hate not being able to touch the bottom, and I can’t float or dog paddle. It’s time to learn, and now that I’m 30 I’m really too old to not be able to save a drowning child if the need arises. Plus, I’m thinking that swimming will be amazing for toning my arms, assuming I can find enough muscle in there to swim, in the first place. We’ll see.

Not doing anything really special tonight. I’m heading to Zumba in the late afternoon, like every Tuesday. I love to dance, though, so it’s an excellent way to welcome in my big day. Also, a bartender friend of mine (and fellow geek) is having his birthday today, and he’s planning on throwing a party at his bar, since he’s working. There will be movies, and there’s a restaurant associated with the bar that has amazing menu items. I’m planning on riding my bike over there and hanging out with him, eating dinner, having a couple of glasses of wine, then probably making it a quiet night at home with the cats, doing craft projects.

Hurray for the 30 Year Old Cat Lady! Whoop Whoop!

Measurements as of 11/8/11
Waist: 27.5" (down 1.25" since 9/26/11)
Hips: 38" (down 2" since 9/26/11)
Belly: 33.5" (down 2.5" since 9/26/11)
Thighs: 22.5" (down 1/2" since 9/26/11)
Upper Arm: 11" (down 1" since 9/26/11)

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I’m Nova

I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!