Nobody warned me properly about this life after 40. I just woke up one day and realized my body had entered a new season without my consent. I used to hear people say, “After 40, your body will change,” but I thought it was just an exaggeration. Ah! Nobody told me my metabolism would take a different turn!
First of all, let’s talk about weight gain. Before, I could eat one full plate of jollof rice, plantain, and turkey and keep slaying with my figure. Now? If I so much as smell fried rice, my waistline will increase by two inches. I have become that aunty that drinks green tea in the morning, believing a miracle will happen. The worst part? My younger friends, who eat like hungry lions, remain slim like supermodels. This life no balance at all o!
Then there’s sleep. Ha! Before 40, I would sleep like a baby. Now, I wake up at 2 a.m. for no reason, just staring at the ceiling like one philosopher. And if I dare pick up my phone to respond to messages and catch up with some work, that’s it till day break.
And let’s not even talk about back pain, poor eyesight, and forgetfulness. These days, if I sit for too long, my back will start sounding an alarm and sometimes, if I bend down, I have to plan my way back up. My eyesight? Let’s just say I’m more comfortable with my glasses on than off. And forgetfulness? Ah! I will enter the kitchen with confidence, only to stand there wondering, “What did I come here for?” At this rate, I’m learning to depend more on God daily.
But you know what? Life after 40 is not all bad. Yes, my body is doing me somehow, but my mind? My mind is sharper, stronger, and wiser. I now understand myself better. I don’t stress over nonsense like I used to. If something is not giving me peace, I remove myself – I no do again. Full stop!
I’ve also learned that taking care of my body is non negotiable. Exercise is now part of my life (even though it can be tough!) the same goes for drinking water, eating healthier, and resting when I need to – these things really make a difference. And most importantly, I’m leaning on God’s grace to navigate this season.
To my fellow women in the 40+ club, let’s embrace this stage with joy. We may not be 20 anymore, but we are seasoned, sophisticated, and still slaying. Let’s be kind to our bodies, laugh at our struggles, and remind ourselves that aging is a privilege.
Abeg, let me go and do my squats before my knees start protesting again. Who else is in this boat?
