Tomorrow, this Aries witchy baby—who for some reason feels the need to write this bit in the third person—will celebrate her thirty-seventh birthday. And yes, I’m grinning like a lunatic.
We won’t have our customary all-day-long birthday celebration until next month. Our schedules are a bit tricky in winter and spring. But I’m openly delighting in the delay. Wanna know why? Well, I’ve planned all kinds of decadence for the time I will spend with Me, Myself and I.
Everybody has specific ways in which they love to self-indulge. My preference calls for spending all day reading in bed, gardening while listening to a book, relishing in day-long reruns of my favorite movies or TV shows, stuffing my face with fruits, cakes, ice cream and drinking indecent amounts of French vanilla coffee. I can’t enjoy them all at once—the day only has 24 hours and my stomach can only hold so much—so this is what I’ve chosen this year:
1. Nature Walk: I shall, for the first time, take my journal for a walk in the woods (I’m stealing a tradition started by Her Royal Witchiness Duchess Gina Morley).
2. Movies: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, plus the Deathly Hallows Parts I and II. (I had planned to watch more, but I fear losing my hair, my nose, and learning Parseltongue).
3. Menu: mango, guava, grapefruit, Greek yogurt with mango and sour fruit, baked sweet plantain and white-fleshed sweet potato chips, real homemade Dominican cake, French vanilla coffee, peach wine, broiled tilapia or red snapper… *remember to drink water, Witch!*
When I turned thirty-five, I started a tradition of giving up one not-so-healthy food or habit with each gained year. I’ve been trying to remember what I gave up two years ago, but I can’t. Weird… Oh well. Last year, I reduced my sugar consumption: I went from 4 tablespoons to 3 teaspoons. Wait, I must phrase this differently, so that I can feel even prouder of myself: I used to ingest 12 teaspoons of sugar with my coffee when I was thirty-five, but today—at thirty-seven-years wicked—I take 3 teaspoons, sometimes 4. *In your freaking face, diabetes predisposition!*
This year, I’m reducing more sweets. I don’t eat many sugary treats, but when I do I tend to leave my arteries screaming uncle. My biggest sweet vice is dulce de leche ice cream. I have been known to devour quite a bit of the stuff. Well, no more; from this day on, I will only eat my favorite ice cream whenever my Piano Man and I go on our yearly first date anniversary trip to Staten Island. It makes for a nice challenge… and it motivates me to go back to making an old time favorite: white-fleshed sweet potato and coconut milk ice cream.
How do you celebrate the anniversary of your birth, my Wicked Luvs?
Happy Birthday to me!
♥does one of Stacy’s legendary happy dances♥
celebrates her Self