Monday was my thirty-seventh birthday. I tend to set"new year's resolutions" on my birthday. My commitment to eating healthier lasted only until an elderly friend surprised me with a red-ribboned box of Laura Secord chocolates.
Having said that, my "cold turkey" quitting of my Diet Pepsi habit is holding. There were a few moments today when I thought of turfing it, but I'm still holding on -- and my head is killing me.
I also managed to keep myself from going to the Chinese buffet, and skipping the Burger King I was going to have as a consolation prize. I just came home instead.
Less than three years now 'til my fortieth birthday. This is one deadly sin I'd love to have wrestled to the ground by then.
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Happy Birthday!!
glad to hear you handled it okay!
two years to 40 - sounds like a goal to be at goal by then? we are checking in daily on my board - come visit us :)
ML
happy birthday!!! :)
Hey Karen,
JUst posting to remind you of our agreement :) How was Fton?
ML
I goofed -- I have THREE years 'til I turn forty! :) SHEESH!
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