I got on the scale this morning. The good news is I haven’t gained any pounds. The bad news is, I haven’t lost any. Two weeks ago I promised myself I’d lose ten pounds before my birthday. My birthday’s in ten days.

I don’t usually lie to myself. I prefer to think of this lack of pound loss and a broken promise as more of a misunderstanding.

Seriously, I just forgot.

Maybe I could lose five pounds before my birthday. Maybe if I start running every day again, that would help. And I haven’t eaten any Halloween candy in about…23 hours. If I stop eating candy and start exercising, you never know. It could happen.

I’ll tie a string around my finger, and hopefully by the end of the week, it will be loose.