Age is just a number

I turned 39 yesterday. It was cause for some reflection:

• I am no where near my goal weight
• I am healthier than I was at this time last year
• My family continues to be a source of stress in my life
• I'm not sure which direction I want to take my career
• The Saint still knows me better than I know myself and loves me no matter what

After I had enough of the reflecting business, I got busy, mindful of my wonky back and the fact that I felt slightly nauseous all day:

• I visited with the in-laws, who are back in town, and came to pick up Little Guy
• I started a new book (is it possible to have a crush on a fictional character because if so, Elvis Cole is the current object of my affection)
• Cleaned the laundry room
• Spent 60 minutes on the treadmill
• Watched Opening Day baseball

The Saint and I went out to dinner with the in-laws and I ate like I wasn't on a diet. Today I either have a food hangover or the flu. As soon as my assistant gets here, I'm headed back home.

I got quite the haul present wise yesterday. More Robert Crais books, cookbooks, a subscription to Paula Deen's magazine, instant lottery tickets, and The Saint, who never forgets my inner child, got me this. I love it!

I've put yesterday behind me and I'm focusing on making it to my goal weight this next year and in participating in as many 5Ks as I can.

Speaking of 5ks, my in-laws plan on being at the Dewey Dash on Saturday to cheer on The Saint and me. They are so awesome. I am so lucky to have them in my life. Not that they're perfect but I know they love and support me. Truly. I'm very blessed.