525,570 minutes…
As of 30 minutes ago, I’m 39. If I really wanted to push it off, I wasn’t born until 8 p.m. ET, but we’ll stick with calendar day and not split hairs.
I’ve always told people when it came to the abandoning the corporate job to write, as well as the weight loss, that part of my motivation was that I wanted to get all that stuff resolved before I was 40.
Which means, the clock is officially ticking. I have less than 365 full days to have a finished (if not already sold) book, and to hit goal weight.
The official 3Bs were always: book, body, and boyfriend. Had I known I would be so literal about banging them out before turning 40, I should have just used, like, 38 as the goal. I would have been done by now.
There is really nothing in the way of all three from being knocked off by this time next year.
Of course, there is nothing preventing them from being done well in advance of August 9, 2008. ![]()
