Shoes, Food, and Turning 30

I'm going to be 30 in a few months. Now, many ladies may freak out or have a crisis, but I am not really bothered by it. I'm actually using it as an excuse to shop, try new things, and generally kick ass. I'm in the best shape of my life, I have a great house, a great dog, and an amazing husband. Why would I freak out about that? Over the last week or so, I've indulged in some shopping, mostly to accommodate my smaller size, but also to try new things. I bought the shoes you see in the picture after my sister told me how cute they looked on me. They aren't the usual black ballet flats I buy, so I took a leap and bought them. Sassy thirties here I come! I bought a few more pairs and yes, one of them was a black pair of ballet flats. Why fix it if it isn't broken?

Don't get me wrong, I've noticed over the last couple of years how my skin is changing and I am on a completely different regime to accommodate said changes. I get that my metabolism is slowing and that I have different nutritional needs. Whatever. It's part of life. I'm still baffled by the wrinkles AND pimples, but again, I like the smaller waist.

On another note, I love my Nike +. I'm already up to 8 miles this week, and still have another 7 planned. It's fun to watch my progress and see how many calories I've burnt. I recorded a best time on my mile this week which made me walk a little taller. It makes me feel so good to run or walk or really do any physical activity. My body is still catching up with the activity after 6 months, but I'm still rockin' it out. Jonathan and I like riding our bikes to the gym together and trying new recipes. I have one for chocolate pudding that I am going to try tomorrow (I was going to do it today, but lacked the cornstarch). The book from which this pudding and the aforementioned macaroni and cheese is Cook Yourself Thin. They have a website with some of the recipes on it. I put Louisiana Hot Sausages in it (which I realize is unhealthy, but I don't care...). I'll let you know how the pudding comes out.

In short... 30, you don't scare me.