I'm Going to Cheat

I haven't cheated yet. In the past 23 days I have not had any junk in my trunk: no ice cream, no cookies, no cake, no chocolate, no candy and so on. But I will cheat in my quest for 55 day of no junk in trunk. That has been decided. Sunday. This Sunday, I will cheat. I will get up before the crack of dawn. I will pack up all my gear. I will drive out to what will feel like Kansas. At 8 am I will start my 2 mile run. When I'm done with my 2 mile run I will bike for 12 more miles. After that I will again run for 2 more miles. Once I have completed all of that I will have a cookie at the finish line and I may even go out for ice cream that night after dinner. And I'm going to not feel bad about it for one stinkin' second.

And then I will continue on my quest with no junk in my trunk until my birthday cake.

I will be 38 this year. Lance Armstrong just turned 38. See so I'm actually younger than he is so there's no reason I can't be out doing the things he does. And actually I'm a little freaked out about this 38 thing. Because I don't feel 38. I don't act 38. I don't look 38. So I'm thinking that somewhere in the time and space continuum there has been a major screw-up. But no matter.

It's just a number anyway and if paid attention to all the numbers in my life I could be one seriously depressed woman. I have no idea what I weigh anymore - best thing I did from this summer's no sugar challenge was give up the scale and I haven't looked back. Love it! You look in my closet and there are so many different sizes, but they all fit the same - clothes manufacturers suck - not my problem. I buy what I like and what fits. I don't know exactly how much money I have, I have enough to pay my bills and meet my needs with a little extra on the side - that's what I need to know. I know how fast and far I can run. I know how fast and far lots of people run and I'm pretty far down there. But I also know that I didn't used to run at all and couldn't make it 100 yards without gasping for air and that's not me now. I don't know how many calories I eat everyday, but I know I probably eat more than I should. That's okay because I know I used to eat a lot more than I should.

So I chose to pay attention to the really important numbers. 1 - completely amazing, supportive and loving husband. 4 - the age of my daughter who changed my life and I can't live with out. 2- the number of legs that I have that allow me to do so many cool things I never used to do before. And while I don't know the exact number, I know I have a lot of friends that I love, that love me, and I count on everyday in various ways and hope they feel they can count on me too.

So I totally suck at math but I'm pretty sure that adds up to one extraordinary life which I'm proud to call my own.