I am picking up four dozen cupcakes in about three hours. It’s August, which means it’s Birthday Season in the Ansley household.
Today, Skyler turns 18. Since she coaches as well as cheers, she’ll be at the gym all afternoon and evening. It’s become somewhat of a tradition that if a cheerleader’s birthday falls on a practice day, cupcakes for everyone on her squad. That means three dozen. It will be close to gym closing time by the time I get there, so there will be extra parents, cheerleaders from other squads, maybe some younger siblings who won’t understand why they can’t have one, and since I don’t care to be the Cupcake Police . . . four dozen.
And when we get home around 9:30 p.m. – 10 if she wants to stop someplace for a late meal, which she’s threatening to do – there will be something here at the house called a Dairy Queen Blizzard Cake for the “official” celebration.
Saturday, it’s the hubby’s birthday. Yes, another cake. Birthday cake, yet another weakness of mine, but maybe he’ll opt for one of those with some sort of strawberry stuff in the middle. I can’t stand strawberries, so all the more reason for such a cake. I’ll see if I can’t talk him into it.
The 30th is my birthday and no, I will not have a cake-shaped spread of raw veggies and dip. There will be cake.
There will always be temptations; it’s just a matter of how they’re approached. No such thing as bad foods, really; just bad habits. Everything in moderation, right?
It helps to have a really good workout on a “cake” day – or whatever you’re tempted by. I was at the gym early this morning and had a great workout, and really don’t want to waste it on renegade cupcakes or an ice cream cake.
My son’s birthday is in June, thank goodness.
And since it’s my birthday month, I’ve been getting all kinds of freebies via email, because I belong to so many of those affinity programs. I must have more than 25 “member” cards in my billfold, including Trade Secret, Ulta, four grocery stores, three drugstores and two bookstores. Crazy. But of all the birthday offers and discounts, the one I liked best was from my own gym. The subject line in the email said: “Happy Birthday from Lifestyle Family Fitness.” Inside it said, “Blow out some candles. Have some cake. And then come on in and work it off in one of our many Group Fitness classes.”
Ha! Love it.
You know you’re getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It’s like, “See if you can blow this out.” ~ Jerry Seinfeld
Leslie J. Ansley is an award-winning journalist and entrepreneur who blogs daily for TheRoot. She lives in Raleigh, NC.