My birthday resolutions are rapidly expanding
I had some lofty goals going into my birthday this year.
I start my new year on my birthday each year because it gives me three weeks beyond everyone else to wrap my brain around these lofty goals; and it feeds the procrastination that I’ve been unable to beat with past resolutions.
This year a couple of my goals are to lose 20 pounds; and in a totally unrelated move, to reach the summit of Mount Trashmore.
And, as they say about the Dallas Cowboys, “you win some and you lose more,” and I’m not talking about pounds. Yet.
My birthday was Sunday, but since my motto is “Start early and finish late”, I began the celebration Thursday and the party continues.
I spent Thursday through Saturday at the Texas Press Association midwinter convention held at the DFW Hyatt.
It just so happens that the DFW Hyatt has the best hotel food I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten a lot of hotel food in my 47 years.
I couldn’t believe it myself, so I went back for seconds a few times. It was good.
I also learned about a new-to-me cocktail called a Madras. It was so good, I went back for seconds about 10 times, two nights in a row.
Remembering my diet and exercise program was suppose to begin Sunday, I was eating like I had been recently rescued from a long stint in the wilderness Friday night when I got a text from Merle Rodgers.
The same Merle Rodgers I wrote about last week who happens to be the head man in charge at IESI, or the owner of the very same mountain I’m planning to climb.
He gave me a “green light” for a photo shoot on top of Mount Trashmore, because of “pressure from my readers.”
Forgetting about the 30 pounds I need to lose, I celebrated with a piece of chocolate cheesecake, and another Madras.
Thank you, readers, for that amazing birthday gift. A photo shoot – with proper attire – is scheduled for Monday.
Saturday through Monday turned out to be a showcase of the amazing cooks in my family, and my ability to eat what they cook.
My brother-in-law, David Collins, made me the best homemade Key Lime Pie known to humankind.
I was halfway through the pie on Monday when my sister, Kim , hauled in a cinnamon roll cake to the Leader, fresh out of the oven.
It was delicious.
Next, my mother-in-law, Peggy Collins brought me a banquet-sized version of her homemade peach cobbler, which turned out to be the perfect size.
If you’ve ever eaten one of Peggy’s cobblers, you know that all you need is a fork and a quiet corner, and all is right with the world.
Next came the final move to get me on the fast track to The Biggest Loser.
My kids, Karilea and Tom, surprised me Tuesday night when Tom drove in from Lubbock to take me out to dinner. We ate at an Italian restaurant where I ordered diet Italian Nachos, diet chicken marsala and diet sweet tea.
The menu didn’t say it was diet, but when I asked the waiter, he winked, and frankly, that was enough proof for me.
That 40 pounds is looking harder and harder to lose, but I’m not complaining.
Besides, it’s bad manners to talk with a full mouth.