Just like last year, I rang in my birthday by working on a list for Mashable.

Man I hate being predictable!

It was a butt-kicker of a list though, and took over eleven hours to complete (I can’t say what the subject was until it’s published), but it’s finally done.  The funny thing was I didn’t look up at the clock until it was done, and then it took me a second to go, “Oh… I’m 37 now… wheee”, and I went backk to hand coding some special image codes we use.

I am a wild man unleashed, let me tell ya.

Anyway, I always find it amusing now what my big plans are for my birthday, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I even cared about it.  At some point it just becomes another day, and all it changes is me double checking when I fill out a survey if I’m marking the right age-range section.

The good news is that I am actually probably in the best shape of my life.  Despite still being heavy set, I am lifting weights 3 - 4 times a week, and have more muscle mass than I’ve ever had.  My pants are about at the point of falling off of me, but I don’t want to buy new ones quite yet.  And in a true test of weight loss… my airplane seat belt was the loosest on my last weekend than it has been in a long, long time.  So, despite my creeping age, I seem to be doing okay.

Either way, it’s my 37th… the countdown to 40 continues.