I woke up this morning and realized it was the 11th. Every time I realize it’s the 11th of any month I automatically calculate how many months until my birthday, which is on the 11th of the greatest month ever.

3 months.

I will turn 35 in 3 months.

Excitement that my birthday was only a quarter away, joined with the utter disgust for how enormous I look, and the sheer terror that my actual age will be close to 40 all drew me to one conclusion.

I need to lose 35 pounds by the time I turn 35. Really-that’s all I came to.

Again…3 months.

I can do this.

Perhaps I should add onto that:

• read 35 books of the Bible
• go to bed on-time 35 times
• NOT have Starbucks 35 times
• run 35 times (which would help with the original goal)
• write 35 thank you notes
• take 35 midday walks during work
• oooooo….write 35 blog posts

Aaaaaaand GO!