In response to everyone’s comments about my 40th birthday: the 30’s sucked dog penis. I can’t say it enough. If the 40’s contain half the desperation, loneliness and suicidal fantasies, they will be better.
Yes (Mr. Underhill), birthday cake! I have had lots of it over the past two weeks and it’s not over yet. Chocolate, yellow, carrot and lemon, homemade, store-bought and gourmet, eaten with others in celebration and scarfed down alone in my kitchen (I at least tried to sit down). Birthday cake is my main binge, my main addiction, The Stuff. The month of July contains as many sugar-sucking triggers for me as December.
Oddly, I’ve noticed that since my new job has taken SO much of my time, I’ve lost weight in the past few weeks. Partly it’s because I haven’t had time to get in as many solid meals as usual. When a shift starts at 4:00 p.m. and ends well past my dinner cut-off time, I end up skipping meals. But it’s also because work has cut into my gym time and I’ve all but stopped my usual weight resistance training. I think what I’m losing is muscle mass (Jo Anne). I’ve gone from weighing 122 pounds (my springtime goal) to 119 because I’ve stopped exercising. Weird. Maybe I’ll never exercise again! (JOKING)