For the first time in, well, since I can remember, I did my taxes early. Usually, I’m huddled behind the computer on the 14th of April saying the word fuck more than usual and SWEARING that I’m going to do them early next year.
I did them early.
I’m turning 50 in 8 days. I don’t usually expect any fuss over my birthday, but THIS year? Yeah, THIS year I excpect all kinds of fuss.
I told Randy that what I want, more than anything, is to take the baby boy to Disney World just one more time while he is kind of still a kid. He turns 15 the first of April, so I’m really at the end of even pretending he’s not all out sprinting toward adulthood.
Well, I can’t afford a trip to Disney World. Disney World is fucking expensive. We pay our bills on time and usually only have a few days here and there where we’re sweating an empty gas tank before payday and usually car repairs suck up any extra cash we have..so trips like Disney World aren’t usually an option.
My refund will be enough for us to spend 3 fun filled days with the happiest rodent on Earth.
We are planning a Spring trip.
Which brings us to the next hurdle. Disney World is a motherfucking WORK OUT. Granted, last time I spent much of the time pushing my father around in a wheel chair and I won’t have that chore this time….but I was in better shape last time. And Randy is in the same boat as me. We’ve got to train.
I finally got my incentive.
There’s an apple pie in the oven as I type this. That will be the last of it’s kind for quite a while. I have found my resolve. I remember what it feels like to actually DECIDE to make a change and know in my heart that the decision isn’t a big fat lie.
Until it warms up, we will be on the treadmill.
My mornings will begin much earlier because I KNOW me. If I don’t work out in the morning, then I’m PROBABLY not working out.
No more lies.
No more avoiding the scale.
No more shopping at consignment shops because my jeans are getting more than just a little uncomfortable.
I have a mouse to catch.
Also, I completely lied about my birthday. I ALWAYS expect a fuss.