Birthday Reminder

Last week I celebrated a birthday.  One of many that I would rather not count.  Mentally, I feel about 25.  Physically, closer to the half century mark.  Apparently, that says something about my maturity level.  I prefer to call it "thinking young".  I believe I am relatively professional when necessary (maybe), but in my personal life I am all about laughing and can find the humor in just about any situation.  Humor is how I deal with things.  Some people get it, some don't.  Luckily, my loving husband, my amazing son, and most of my family all share this attribute.  They make it easy for me to be me.

So up until this point I have always tried to laugh about my unhealthy lifestyle.  Seriously, the only bad habits I don't have are drinking and doing drugs.  Coca Cola is my drink of choice and food is my drug.  And because I read a lot (I mean a lot) and I love me some reality TV, I don't exercise enough.  Alright, alright, you got me.  I don't exercise at all.  Oh, and to top off that impressive list of bad habits, I smoke.  There, I said it...I smoke.  Granted, it is half a pack a day, but that is half a pack a day too much.

Which brings me back around to the title of my post, Birthday Reminder.  Last week I celebrated a birthday.  As you travel into your mid-forties, a couple of things start to work themselves out of your sub-conscious and into your conscious thoughts.  First, I probably have more birthdays behind me than in front of me.  And second, I need to do something about staying around as long as possible. 

There are many issues that I need to address in order for me to live the long and healthy life I seek.  I am not sure yet which one to tackle first or if I should just jump headfirst into fixing everything at once.  Believe me, I know this is going to be difficult, I'm not naive or stupid.  I just don't know where to start.  It's just that I like to drink Coke, it's my coffee.  And I like to eat, sweets especially...oh, and salty foods, too.  Smoking...well no one likes smoking.  Anyone who says they like smoking is not telling the whole truth.  We like the mental pleasure we get, but hate the habit and side effects.

The next few days will be spent taking a good long look at myself and how I got to this point in the first place.  I'll share my thoughts (funny, sad, pathetic, whatever) next time.  BTW,all of this is going to be hard enough as it is, so please use the following rule in when commenting:  " If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all". 

You are welcome to tag along on my journey.  I guarantee it will not be filled with rainbows and unicorns every day (heaven forbid) but I hope you find it enlightening, entertaining and maybe even funny at times.  Enjoy the ride!