Happy Birthday To Me!

Yep... I turned 39 today. It's one of those weird ages. Nothing happens to you at 39. Turning 40 is big, but 39...nothing. Next year will mark my entry into the age where I will be considered old. You know...the age where you are released from hostage situations first, when kidnappers aren't interested in you. We've all heard the jokes. I suppose I should be really careful this year as not to expose myself to any of these dangers, because apparently I may not make it out. I wonder what it is that will happen to me on the day that I turn 40 that will make it obvious to terrorists or kidnappers that I am no longer of interest.

I did not work out today, but I'm sure we all know that there is no sweating or running on your birthday. I actually have a moral imperative that I never run unless I am being chased; which to date, hasn't ever happened. So, I didn't work out. It's not my place to break the rules about birthday sweating. However, I will be back at it tomorrow. I have actually felt pretty good since I started working out. Don't get me wrong...I'm still the bull in the china closet at the gym. I did get some new work out clothes today for my birthday, so maybe, just maybe, I will blend in a little.

I have in fact, lost a few pounds. I am prepared to see these numbers go up tomorrow; I splurged at dinner tonight. My family took me out and I feasted on fettucine alfredo with chicken. Isn't that a fat free dish? However, I will strictly follow the rules regarding the weigh in. In case anyone out there does not know, there are rules. You must get weighed in the morning, after you get up, after you pee, and you must be naked. Girls will remove anything that might register on the scale....earrings or other jewelry, makeup...although that should have been done the night before, nail polish, any temporary tattoos, and maybe even a quick leg shave time permitting.

Overall, it has been a great day. I was sung to, taken out to dinner, pampered all day; even the baby was good today! Thanks to my family for all the birthday wishes. I got my favorite cake (no, I did not request rice cakes,)which is white cake with chocolate frosting, and my son helped me blow out the candle. There was only one candle; I guess my sister thought that 39 candles would be too many! Although, she could have just asked the local fire department to be on hand. Maybe I just need to get those "number" candles from now on. Otherwise I might pass out blowing out all those candles.

Happy Wishes...Lady R