Middle age

It's Monday morning and time to start a new diet. Really. Honestly. It sucks getting older. My knees (or rather my LEFT knee) is starting to feel the pangs of middle age. When you avoid going to the bathroom during the football game because the thought of going up and down all those stadium stairs one more time makes you cringe, then you know you're in trouble. Plus, I do hate making everyone in the row stand up or scooch over to let me through, so I'd rather just hold it in. I have just one more thing to say about stadium stairs and football games. How do you wear four inch wedgie heels to a football game and not fall or break your neck? It's a mystery, that's for sure. Kudos to the chick three rows above me that managed to pull it off. Oh, and go Noles!

On another note, I received an email with the subject line, "Are your hormones out of whack?" I didn't even bother to open it up. Just deleted it right there and then with one swift hit of the key. Take that whoever you are with the audacity to ask such a question!

And on the upside, I found the website of this woman (I was going to say chick, but I suppose she's really a hen) who at age 50, quit her successful job in designer women's fashions and decided to make cookies.

No really.

She went to culinary school, graduated top of her class, then opened a cookie shop in NY. Her business is called One Tough Cookie (don't you love it?) and she's doing really well. This is the logo of her blog, Thinkin' Outside The Cookie.

I know with my vow to lose weight, help my knee out, blah, blah, blah, I should avoid this cookie woman at all costs. However, ONE cookie never hurt anyone. Right?