happy birthday to me…my last year in my (oh I cannot say it!)

happy birthday to me…my last year in my (oh I cannot say it!)

I read my birthday post from last year and amazingly…just like last year…the first person that spoke the words: “happy birthday” to me this year was the person who checked me in at LVAC…

She didn’t recognize me at first cause I was wearing a baseball cap and sun glasses and she asked why I’m always disguising myself. Before I could answer she saw the message on her screen and blurted out: “happy birthday”. I told her that’s why I was disguising myself…lol.

Last year I went on a long ramble about being older and in better physical condition than 10 and 20 years ago. I won’t do that to you again.

I’m definitely in a different place this year. For one…this birthday ends in a “9”. I hate ages ending with a “9”. By the time I get over them it makes entering a new decade seem easy. So yeah…I’m ┬ánot feeling nearly as optimistic as last year. Plus I’ve been off of my nutrition game so I’m feeling fat too. Lastly the damn dating websites are in a big hurry to update your age on your profile…really?

On the bright side social media has made me the center of attention today. I love getting all of the happy birthday posts, texts, emails, and phone calls. It’s so nice to feel loved by my friends, family, and acquaintances. You can bet that I will do some celebrating too. I have dinner plans tonight with some friends that are going to be out of town this weekend and then a big night on the town planned for Saturday. I’ll definitely be milking this birthday for all it’s worth.

All-in-all… I don’t mind having a birthday, just wish it didn’t end with a “9”. I’ll definitely be suppressing the memory of my actual age in a few days after the celebrations are over. And once and for all I’m going to get my crap together and focus on my nutrition. I keep saying… “ah…darn…tomorrow…tomorrow…tomorrow”. I need to get serious. I think this birthday just might be the wake up call I need to buckle down.


Now I need to go get ready for happy hour and dinner and the first of several celebrations in my honor.

later… Kathi