Today is Joe’s birthday! He is 36 years old. Better him than me! Haha! At least I’m still in my twenties (barely). I can’t wait til next year when he turns 37 and I can yell “37!” all the time (you have had to see the movie Clerks to get that reference).
We both worked today because a) Joe doesn’t get into celebrating birthdays like I do (although I make him do it anyway and I think he secretly enjoys it) and b) we don’t have any vacation time since it’s all slated away for the wedding.
After work, and after Joe opened his present from me (I got him a Norelco razor; sounds lame, but he liked it) we went out to eat. And since we’re trying to be good and lose weight, tone up, whatever, we couldn’t justify Lonestar Steakhouse or Red Lobster. An average meal there HAS to be AT LEAST 1500 calories. I’m only supposed to eat 1300 all day if I want to lose weight. Bah!
So we ended up at a new Taco Bell/Long John Silvers. We had coupons for the latter and it’s been months since we’ve had their delicious chicken planks (only 140 calories a piece, people, so I had three and still did good). Of course Joe splurged a bit more and had some fish, fries, and hush puppies. I snagged a few of his fries but calories on someone else’s plate, on their birthday no less, don’t count you know.
Then we stopped at Dairy Queen and Joe got a Snickers Blizzard. Me? I had a sudden case of will power and got nothing. Did you read that? Nada! Not the Oreo Blizzard I love, nor the Brownie Earthquake, or the Mint Oreo I’m sure I would love if I ever tried it. I was even going to have some Edy’s Grand Light when we got home but never got around to it. And I’m ok with that.
Now, I better get to bed!
Happy Birthday, Joe! Good for you for being so good :) I’m horrible – any excuse to eat junk food and have a “reason” I never pass up.