Well, it's not the end of the century.
It's the end of the HALF-century. Yes, folks. I turned 50 (yesterday).
The day before, there was a small celebration. Grand fun. My folks were there, Mr. j of course, and seven of my pals, mostly local folk. My poor pal Kris was the only female friend there. But the truth is, my friends tend to skew male. It was a funky, eclectic group. I was particularly pleased at how well everyone got on, even people who had never met before. I think the best part of it all was that there was a lot of laughing. A LOT.
And there was food and all that, and it was good, but it could have been lousy and I would have been fine with it.
Yesterday, I got to celebrate my actual birthday by - egad, guess what??? Well, the menopause gods apparently do not yet have their collective act in gear. Hence I got cramps, you name it, the whole nine yards. Delightful. NOT.
It was a day of three (yes, three, cripes) restaurant meals. And while they were all okay, honestly, I could have done without two of them. I neither needed them nor wanted them. But, you know, we had company, yadda yadda you know the drill.
This morning I am up 4.4 pounds. Frankly, I am pleasantly surprised that things are no worse. I was truly expecting an EPIC disaster.
Oh and I also ran my 32nd 5K. My time was nearly identical to last time - 48:02. Not great, to be sure, but not horrible. And certainly it was something! I went out and I did it, despite the fact that I was continuing to feel less than awesome, due to food, TOM, the stress of having company, etc.
My brother gave me a Timex heart rate monitor. I tried it out today. I am sure I am not doing it right. It got the time down correctly, but it decided I had burned 144 calories. Spark says over 300. My pedometer says over 400. I'll go with Spark, thanks (the monitor does not have anywhere to input weight, which absolutely affects caloric burn during aerobic exercise). So, the verdict on the monitor is meh, although it was easier to check than hitting the pedometer and it has a funky purple strap.
Other highlights (I'm rambling, er, well, I'll claim age is doing that to me. Coherence be gone!) included not one but two bouquets o' flowers. Plus a pink tiara with maribou trim and fake jewels so that I could be a princess. It was made (and sized) for ages 5 and up. There are also various cards and a book called _The_Victorian_Internet_.
Plus there was a huge onslaught of greetings here and on Facebook. A topic was opened up for me on the site that I manage and on a Trek site I go to. Another Trek site I frequent sent a note directly from management. There are e-cards on the other computer - I'll get to them, er, eventually.
It's been great fun, but for 60 - please -
* fewer restaurant meals. Really, I could have done without a few of them.
* good lord if I am still getting TOM, kindly shoot me by then.
* a slightly larger tiara would stay on better. I'm just sayin'.
Otherwise, I wouldn't change a thing. Thank you for being a part of it all.