Well, today is my birthday and I’m now 40 years old. 
I’m not freaking out about it or anything, but it just doesn’t seem possible that I should be 40 already. In my head, I still feel about 23 or 24 years old. I guess I’ll just keep listening to my head and try not to look at gravity’s effect on my body. 
I did get in a bit of stitching yesterday on a gift piece that I’m doing for a Canadian friend of mine. I’m going to be in Edmonton in May and I hope to give it to her then. It’s turning out very cute. 
I’ve been doing well with my eating plan, even though the scale isn’t cooperating. I’ve been 100% on program every day this month so far, including Valentine’s Day. I have given myself permission to go off program today though for my birthday. I will be right back on track tomorrow though. I figure a birthday only comes once per year and I want to enjoy it and not worry about the diet. I know that going off track for one day isn’t going to make a dent in the grand scheme of things. Given that the scale hasn’t been moving much lately anyway, I don’t think this will kill me.
