I Don't Wanna Get With the Program....

It's almost my son's birthday...tomorrow, he'll be turning eight. How the hell have eight years gone by already? It almost seems impossible, really. What a hideous birth that was, and what an amazing child came from it. I guess it holds true then that where there is pain, there is pleasure. Or something like that. You know what I'm trying to say. Either way, Happy Birthday, Pumpkin Puss. I love you more than life.

So, my biggest news is that I joined a gym. Hubby and I both did, actually, and I'm surprised to find that I LOVE it. I love the challenge of the weights circuit and I love pushing myself on the cardio machines. I feel better than I have in ages. I actually have energy all day long, and I'm toning and losing weight and building muscle. Funny, isn't it? Those gyms actually do what they claim to do. Har de har.

Now, I'm not foolish enough to think I'll ever get back to looking like I did in High School. (120 lbs. and I thought I was FAT. Can you imagine? What an idiot I was.) Two kids and years of bad eating have wreaked havoc on my body, but I'm ready to do this in a serious and earnest manner. I have to. It's time and I know that any kind of improvement is a good improvement. Just getting my blood pumping four times a week is a really, really great thing. And funnily enough, I find that when I exercise, I want to eat better too. It all goes hand in hand and so far so good.

Hubby surprised me with a trip to the beach for my birthday. Spent three blissful days in Cape May soaking in the sun. We had perfect weather the whole time and the kids had a blast, I picked up Craig McManus' Ghosts of Cape May Book 2 while I was there, and came home rested and rejuvenated. There's nothing like beach time to chill you out. At least for me. There's something about the sand, sun, and crashing waves that just DOES it for me. *Sigh* I'd give anything for a few more days before summer ends, but I don't think it will happen. It's busy time now.

The actual day of my birthday was extremely low key and anti-climactic, just as I wanted it. I did nothing out of the norm....cooked, cleaned, played with kiddies....and hubby brought a cake when he arrived from work. The kids blew out the candles and I had one skinny slice of chocolate heaven, so as not to negate the awesome workout I'd had the day before. Now THAT'S dedication. *snort*

And so, tomorrow will commence with the Indiana Jones themed activities for my son.....lots of Indy toys, eyeball punch, spider webs, tiki torches and of course, snakes. Sorry, Indy, but it had to be snakes. I find it to be one of those fun little ironies in life that my son loves Indiana Jones at this age, considering the first movie came out when *I* was eight as well. Seems he's inherited my love for the rugged Archaeologist.

And Harrison Ford is still a hottie. Even if he's 66.