Today is my birthday and, as I did last year, I’m postponing my celebration until a later date. In 2010, I was injured and didn’t want to party on a cane. This time around, I’m just a bit horrified by how old I am and where this moment has found me. I need to get myself together and fast. I’m going to blink and be thirty and still living on food stamps and freelance checks that never show up on time, still mad that I can’t drop this last fifteen pounds and still unclear as to how I’m going to paint the Huxtablean picture that I want to have in a few years.

So, I will not be celebrating my born day just yet. Instead, I am starting a thirty day challenge, during which I will do the following things to get my life on a better track:

-Thirty minutes of exercise daily
-No drinking
-No desserts
-No fried foods
-Research about graduate school and job opportunities on specified weekdays

This is going to be hard, but if I can get through this, I will have a little dinner or shindig of sorts to celebrate both the accomplishment and the birthday. I’m starting tommorrow, as I can’t go my real birthday without a little sugar. And don’t think I’m out here suicidal or majorly depressed. I’m just making a business decision about a day that isn’t particularly important.

On a much lighter note, The Beau recently informed me that he sat up and watched the following video about eight times the other night. I had to revisit it again myself. I know this isn’t the first time I’ve posted it, but can someone PLEASE tell me why Johnny Gill didn’t know what a ‘fairweather friend’ is and if, not, why didn’t anyone tell him??? And why is he her guardian angel/ghost/stalker/boo? And what exactly was that in the dance studio?

(Pardon me if the video embedding doesn’t show up; I HATE the new WordPress video method, it doesn’t always work.)