So, this weekend I will begin my 41st year on earth. In other words, I will turn 40 on Sunday! It's a big number, but I've never been one to really care about how old I really am. And really, at this point in my life, I am healthier and feel younger than I did at 35, when I was about 90 lbs heavier than I am right now.
Sure, I'm not exactly where I want to be with my weight. I've been struggling, but then, that's just it. I have not given up. I HAVE been struggling at the very least, which is a good thing. I am quite determined to get back to my goal weight and quite certain that I will do it in this calendar year. There...I've put it out there for the world to see it - now I've got to make it happen.
I am going to a Met's game this weekend - my first at the Met's new Citi Field ballpark. And then, on Sunday, my wonderful wife and darling daughter have something unknown planned for me. I really have no idea what it is - they are good at keeping secrets - and I have not really tried much to guess, though I do have a few wild guesses that are probably way off base. But I'd rather be surprised and enjoy it all the way, I guess.
Turning 40. Well, for right now, I'm not afraid of it. I'll let you know once I am there, though.
;-)
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