My birthday was Friday. I feel like I've been riding the wave ever since. Friday was a great day. My husband took the day off to hang out with me and gaggle of children who were with us that day. That was my first great present - an extra day with my fella. Then in the evening, my mother in law made a wonderful birthday dinner. Did I blow it and overeat just because it was my birthday (I know ya'll totally want to know)....
The answer is a resounding "NO." I did NOT blow it. I was in control. I enjoyed the experience. My daughters presented me with a new pair of pajamas (since getting in our pajamas as soon as possible after the work/school day is over is about one of our favorite things). They were size "XL." They're very cute - yellow, with pictures of summer-ish (summery?) things on them. Best of all - THEY picked them out. They thought I'd love them and I do. But I have to admit. I got a bit of a panic attack when I saw the size. I can't remember when I wore an "XL" anything that didn't have a number in front of it. I was so afraid I'd disappoint them if they didn't fit and I couldn't wear them to the special family movie night/family campout in the living room that my oldest had orchestrated for the night after we got back home.
When we got home, I put off trying on those pajamas as long as I could. Then I finally did it. And guess what? THEY FIT. THEY FIT. Did you hear that? THEY FREAKING FIT. I cried in the bathroom a little. When I emerged, my oldest said, "Momma, you look beautiful!" My daughters and my husband took extra care to make my birthday special, and it's one I'll never forget. I've got tangible evidence of all the hard work I've done so far. And guess what? It's only going to get better.
And just for the record - 36 completely ROCKS. I love my life.....my husband (who totally noticed I've got collarbones which I'm sort of in love with touching) and children are an incredible source of inspiration and motivation to me. Here's something I know: When I turn 37, there isn't going to be an "X" anywhere in the size of pajamas that fit me. And you know what? I'm really excited about that.
Goodbye, 35 - and thanks for being the year I got my ass up off the couch and took control of my precious life.
*******UPDATE: How could I have forgotten to mention this?? There was no cake! I had a birthday and there was no cake and I survived it....AND it was still a birthday! Instead, I made a Frozen Yogurt Pie (will post the recipe at a later date). It was wonderful and completely guilt-free. That felt awesome!