For Every fit 40

Not that I am either exactly as fit as I'd like to be, or 40 (although it's right there, so start accepting, girl) I propose that for every fit/getting fit woman of 40 something, there is a 26 year old somewhere who she's trying to impress on some level.
Now, I'm not saying that the said elder is jonesing for the extra marital fling; just that there is someone out there (male or female) that she is thinking...10 years ago, I'd have really (fill in blank).
This should be built into some sort of weight loss program; but how?

When I was young (23) I wasn't above the fling: extra relational (for him). After one evening of sex with my friend (who had a girlfriend, whatever) he leaned over and said 'Whoever said hot girls were great in bed were totally wrong.' Now, he was young too, so I didn't have him killed or anything, but what exactly did that mean? He immediatly efforted to extricate himself (and the possibility of any future sex with me) out of this hole by insisting he meant the shallow, makeup covered (I was not a makeup wearer) club girl....er, ok. I GUESS you're off the hook.
I was simply too much of a nice girl to be good in bed...until you actually got me there (not that hard for the right guy).
I got a tatoo the next year, which helped my inner bad girl, but unless I was doing the tan-line-free beach gig, it was the hidden dragon secret.
I also had sex with the cook at the restaurant I worked at (that's never happened before, eh?). He had a girlfriend (36) and he was 25 or something. Good for her: his comment was 'your skin is soo soft'. To that end, I moisturize frequently. In retrospect, though, I could tell he had good training. There is nothing like a 36 yr old girlfriend to teach a young man his chops. That was my first orgasm during intercourse...amazing.
There were a couple of marrieds, later. Nothing interesting or noteworthy.

The whoring 20's were just that: the whole point of the age being to get enough sex to know the difference between good and bad. The notion of not being (?) enough to get the guy one wanted to 'sample' was non existant.

That changed somewhere after...2 kids, actually. There's just no desire to be desired. There's no time for you, mom. It's all the screaming kiddies. Then: they stop. They stop having to be changed, dressed and even to some extent, fed. They do that for themselved and then: poof!
You're you again, Mom. And you're just not looking so hot, these days. Your inner child is there: you can feel her. Lifting kid stuff into the car, out of the car, into the house, out of the house: kids, pets, family, food, stuff, stuff, stuff. The muscles are there but the sleeping bag it's all snuggled into hides it all sooo very well. As my friend's husband put it: there's a load in the bucket hiding that washboard. Ahhhhh.

So, now that I have found that 26 year old motivator (and my girls have too: their own secret santa) it's all shaping up. Tennis, anyone?