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I'm Still Hot!...it just comes in flashes now | Susan Santoro Martz | Susan Martz
I'm Still Hot!...it just comes in flashes now

My mom scolded me on a Facetime call we were having this past winter. I told her I felt old and couldn’t keep up with my changing body. She pointed her authoritative finger at me and said “Babe...you are in the PRIME of your life...you are beautiful and glowing, this is your time honey...enjoy it!”


When I look back on photos from 10 yrs ago they seemed like my prime years. I had a younger complexion, agile body, I was super active and energetic and livin' my best self. But no doubt, If you asked me at the time the pic was taken if I was in my prime, I would’ve said “uh, no, not feeling prime”, my butt looks wide, my hair cut is weird, goals yet to be reached, could I be any smaller?


I know mom is right. I’ll probably look back at this picture 10 years from now and see what she was telling me on the phone. I know I'll be saying “dang girl, you were rockin’ life, you were in your PRIME”.


Aging is hard...being a woman is hard. Body changes, untangling programmed behaviors, walking away from my youth and shedding societal norms that have shaped my view of myself...not an easy climb. But I’m tired of grappling with my bucket full of "I wishes" and "if only's" every time I see a photo of myself, or look in the mirror? 


My dad is 93  😳 He plays pickleball, golfs, works-out at the gym, makes homemade raviolis, paints, travels...you can't keep the guy down. He texts, emails, marco polos, checks his facebook, zooms, flies drones over his house 🤷‍♀️ When I think of my dad, I feel like he’s got this aging thing down. And while dad is no muscle man, or the world's greatest athlete, he will always be known as "the guy who lies about his age" seriously...just because no one can believe he’s 93.  What's dad's secret sauce? 


He keeps moving.


This past winter when my my hip decided to break down, my butt gave over to gravity, and the skin around my jawline officially became "jowls", all I could do was, cry...a lot. I actively engaged in self-loathing, ate chocolate chip cookies, and boycotted anything that had to do with moving my body. That's when a friend said to me, "ya know the less you move, the worse it gets".


SCREECH!! Yikes! What if I'm wasting this prime time on a false narrative?

What if NOT moving makes me feel worse? and finding activity I love actually keeps me feeling my best self? Cause math has it, there's a whole second act to go and why would I miss out on some of that Prime that’s Mine! 😎 


So I'm moving again...I'm not talking about dragging myself to the gym and pushing some weights around, or taking classes to keep myself fit, or walking the life outta my spirit on a treadmill. I'm moving moving. I'm moving my energy, moving my spirit, moving my body, moving my mindset, moving my life! And because of it, I'm feeling pretty prime. I've noticed how much strength I lost, and that certain movements actually makes my body feel stronger and more fluid.


“Movement is a celebration of what your body can do, not a punishment for what you ate”. I am so down with moving because I love it, not because I'm supposed to. My heart knows what a joyful surge of energy is vs moving out of shame, and it activates me every time.

Did you go down the rabbit hole? Does my mom need to FaceTime you?

I'm always game to offer my support...it's kinda my super power. Meanwhile you're welcome to try these tried and true simple hacks I use to spark the engine.



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My Purpose...

 
I came into the world with dance shoes on my feet. Give me a beat and I’m the first one to jump-up and start the dance party. So when Broadway’s bright lights beckoned my young adult heart, I hit the ground running and rode out the high of my life. 

But after 10 robust years of bright lights and 8 shows a week, the proverbial “clock” started ticking and my career lost the priority fight. Gradually I released my professional path to make way for family. Along with it, I let go of my personal stride, and my emotional and physical vitality. Not expressing through movement became my worst enemy. Before I knew it I was fully consumed in anxiety, low self-esteem, lack of expression, and my body was morphing into someone I didn't recognize. These changes took up all the spaces that were once filled with vital energy.

Moving Again
Yoga showed up in my life like a best friend calling me up from my youth. My body buzzed again. It felt joy and freedom and a sense of coming home. I was breathing life back into my body, only this time it was from a more conscious place. With the added bonus of greater mobility, calmer mind, and more groundedness, Yoga & Movement has helped the messy of my life feel more doable. And now as I step into the "getting older" phase of my life, moving my body has proven to be kind, and forgiving even in the face of my "mean girl" voices.

Movement lives in every cell of our body

Holding a space for woman to break open the depths of themselves through movement and yoga, is my core purpose. I've spent 20 yrs assisting mind's and body's in movement to break free of the physical and emotional issues that keep them bound by learned behaviors. I believe your body holds the key that unlocks the barriers for living your fullest life...no matter what age.



I've got some power-tools to share with you here that have enhanced every part of me...emotionally, physically, spiritually, and abundantly.

I hope to move with you in person some day, in the mean time join me here and then listen how your body responds as you say "yes". 

xo Susan

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