Today's the day I get to switch from saying "I'm in pretty good shape for a 45-year-old" to "I'm in pretty good shape for a 46-year-old."
And I'm happy about that. I'm in better shape than I was at 20. Way better. I weigh about what I weighed in middle school. I very nearly beat a guy arm-wrestling last night (it was a draw). Sure, I am definitely reflecting today on aging and wondering how long I can keep progressing upwards in the amount of weight I can lift, but I'm not going to dwell too much on it.
Besides, today is a good day to throw my carb-phobia to the wind and indulge in some birthday treats. Voodoo Doughnuts, I'll see you after dinner.