“Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.” ~ Carl G. Jung

Well it seems that I’ve finally hit the big 4 … 0 … today! [May 1st, 2020] [Astrological sign: Taurus]

It’s true what they say, “It’s not your age, it’s how you feel about your age that counts!”  

I don’t feel forty, however I don’t feel like a teenager either.

I feel like I’ve matured and ripened; but not to the point of turning green and moldy — as least not yet! 🍄

I can honestly say that I now understand myself better and accept myself more.

We all go through the up’s and down’s of life (most of us get burnt 🔥) along the way, but it’s our capacity to overcome these challenges that make us stronger, and hopefully wiser individuals. 

My biggest problem in my thirties was always seeking outside wisdom and or acceptance. I spent most of my time feeling angry when I didn’t receive the support I thought I deserved from other people.

I realize now, that you have to let go of all that SHIT!  💩

Forgive — Forget — Do what the FUCK you want to do! 

Expect eat cake, don’t eat cake 🍰 if your trying to loose weight during your forties.

Tweet: Choosing your fork size begins at forty; as a woman's metabolic rate drops --- drops faster than the Titanic! ~ Lise Groulx Choosing your fork size begins at forty; as a woman’s metabolic rate drops — drops faster than the Titanic! ~ Lise Groulx


Fun Fact: As you age, your metabolism tends to decelerate by about 5% for every decade of life past age 40 (source). That means you’ll have to focus on reducing your caloric intake (or increasing your exercise routine) during your 40’s just to maintain your present weight.

My only wish for my 40th Birthday was to stay true to my goal of losing weight, not for looks but for health — well looking good would be a bonus. I generally feel unfit, and that scares me! I haven’t worked out in a while too, and during COVID-19, I’ve been stress eating like a maniac. I know if i don’t change my bad habits things are going to go down hill, as well as my belly-rolls. So my affirmation is to do at least 45 minutes of aerobic physical activity four times a week and 30 minutes of strength training twice a week. Sure i’ll mix in a little yoga (at home — I am still in quarantine as I write this blog post) and kick-boxing (my preferred aerobic work out). Perhaps, when BIG BROTHER allows it, I’ll go for long walks again “outside”. 


People believe that there is no better way to celebrate your Birthday than eating cake. Sure, it’s my Birthday, why be hard on myself, just eat the dame cake! 


NO-cake-for-Moi! 🎂

I actually feel like I have more self discipline now that I turned 40. 

I’m in this “do-it-or-die” mentality. May not be super fun but I feel it’s super necessary. 

I promise to be kind to myself in the future.

I was kind to myself last week when I ate 🍰 for my mom’s birthday. 

I can overcome the social programming of eating cake on your birthday. 

Since we are on the subject of CAKE, I’d like to share with all of you the best CAKE I’ve ever eaten and the best CAKE I’ve ever received in my 40 years on this planet.

Let’s go back in time shall we …………………..


Picture it, Quebec 1984. It was my fourth birthday. We were staying at my grandparents home, a two-story farmhouse in the outskirts of Salaberry-de-Valleyfield. The sweet aromas of flour, butter and milk filled the nostrils of the Québécois [pronounced: kebekwa] home dwellers. 

My mom and grand-mère were hustling in the kitchen. Naturally they wanted me out of the way so I was ushered into the family room. I remember sitting on the parchment beige sofa with walnut finish legs. My own short-legs stubbing out. Drinking in the day’s French programming of Passe-Partout. My cousins were there, playing their usual game of “C’est toi le chat”. 

Ahh… the distractions of youth, how I miss thee. 

It took what felt like forever for my mom to finally call us kids into the dinning room for souper. Fun fact: French people like food — a lot of Filet de boeuf  food! I grew up well feed.


One of our family meal traditions was to put multiple items on the table such as: homemade ketchup, gherkins, baguettes, mashed potatoes (with little cut-up-carrots), or baked potato, gravy, coleslaw, petits oignons blancs marinés, pickled beets, pickled eggs, pickles, garden fresh cucumbers, tomatoes slices, green peas, tourte à la viande, milk anything more and we could start a farmer’s market stand in there. For the main course it would either be a roast beef or pineapple ham (yes with maraschino cherries). Always accompanied with cabbage and the occasional French onion soup. 

Eating with my family was a sporting event, watching to see who can fill their plates up with the most food without tipping the green peas over. I remember loving to eat roast beef and mashed potatoes, it’s still to this day my go-to comfort food. 

Back to the main event — my Birthday Cake! My My mom made me a vanilla cake, with white and chocolate frosting, because my Birthday is kinda close to Easter I got extra chocolate Easter eggs, and multiple chocolate Easter Bunnies on my cake! I still remember to this day this being the best Birthday cake my mom ever made for me, and the anticipation of eating it was invigorating.  


Just look at the expression on me face; can you say “ERMAHGERD!!!” 

I still have memories of eating this cake considering that long-term memories are stored throughout the brain as groups of neurons that are primed to fire together in the same pattern that created the original experience — in other words,  fire up the BBQ and I’ll remember what I ate when I was two! 


Smile for the camera young me. “Camera? What camera? Me got CAKE in front of me!” Notice how I keep my eyes on the prize. Notice the boy on the right with a frowning face, well that’s my cousin being all jealous of my Bunny-Fantastic-CAKE! Don’t be sad, we all got a piece at devoured that fantastic cake! 

So there it is. Caught in a messy love affair with cake on me face! This Family Photo brought back a lot of great memories. I cleaned off my plate, opened my Birthday presents of My Little Pony (which was totally tubular), and my mom got to deal with three hyperactive kids jacked-up on sugar, making playtime bonkers. 


I never stopped believing in Unicorns

In the midst of growing up, I never went hungry, and my pink belly grew into the pink belly woman I am today, now entering her forties! Thank you for joining me today as I looked back at a great childhood memory, and reminiscing about the best CAKE I’ve ever had! 🎂 🥳

Please leave a comment below and let me know your thoughts! 

Until Next Time Planet People 🌏



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LASSO THE MOON 5 Brutally Honest Things Every Woman Turning 40 Should Know by Zina. Retrieved from https://letslassothemoon.com/2016/05/05/turning-40/

Cavendish, Lucy. (January 30, 2012) Daily Mail.com How to fight fat after 40 Retrieved from https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2093639/How-fight-fat-40-Youll-gain-30lb-year-eat-middle-age-did-30s-But-dont-despair-A-new-book-reveals-stay-trim.html

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