This weekend has been hard--and now my birthday is in two days. We are going to bake a killer cake and I am really looking forward to it--and then we will give most of it away, because if I have cake in the house all week I will have an even less successful week this week Thani did last week! I wish I could go back in time to a month ago, and bottle some of that success, energy, and optimism. It's not the exercise--I am thrilled at how easy my fitbit is making tracking exercise points, and feeling a bit snooty about my current spark streak: 21 fitness days and counting! It's the foooood, man. I am having a harder time at big again, and in restaurants, and with family--oy, back to my old ways. At least my wonderful partner is still supportive. If only I didn't hate the mirror so much.