Feeling 22

As of this weekend, I am officially into my 5th year of adulthood, or as my husband kindly said, a super senior of being a grown up.

This weekend was wonderful. The best birthday I’ve ever had. Celebrating birthdays as I’ve gotten older have gotten different, in the most beautiful of ways.

My birthday was full of cake(s), steak and quality time with the hubby.

We went to lunch at Fogo de Chao, which we had looked forward to for some time now. Earlier this year, we tried out Texas de Brazil during restaurant week, and had heard that Fogo was better.

The food was pretty good! Nothing exceptional, but great steak, and good sides. The cheese bread stole the show (as I had predicted).


We went to go see a movie, Bad Moms. It was surprisingly good for the terrible title name.

Hubs, sporting a trendy neck pillow and my purse. 

After the movie, we went to the Cheesecake Factory. Cheesecake is my weak spot, and I try my hardest to save it for special occasions. On this occasion, I got three slices and I have zero regrets.

Up first… the Kalua cheesecake.

This was everyone else’s favorite, but my least favorite. I thought I would love it, based on my love for coffee liquor. It tasted quite tart to me.


Next up, is the mango key lime cheesecake. This was AMAZING. The crust had coconut. The mango was incredible.



Last, was the ultimate red velvet cheesecake. I LOVE red velvet. I also LOVE cheesecake. So this was clearly my favorite, and also, everyones least favorite. Maybe I just have strange taste buds.



So that was my birthday. Lots of cake, and lots of food. We also stopped at Naf Naf because they’re fries are everything.

Now comes the cheesy part…

Going to the Cheesecake Factory, and ordering cheesecake. That was a personal victory for myself. I remember on my 16th birthday, my friends took me there. They knew cheesecake was my favorite. I primed myself all day. “Jeanette, it’s your birthday. This happens once a year. You can eat the cake.” I couldn’t. I just couldn’t do it. I ordered the low carb cheesecake (AKA BLANDVILLE) and had one bite. One bite. I cried in the bathroom that night.

The next year, my seventeenth birthday, my parents bought me a cheesecake from Costco. I don’t know if you know, but Costco is THE place for cake. They’re rich, and decadent, and everything cake should be. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. I didn’t even make it to the bathroom, I cried at the table. My dad spent the rest of that day driving around with me trying to find a cake I would eat.

Looking back on my previous birthdays, I can’t help but to think. I am beyond elated that I am past that period of my life now. I am so happy that I can have my cheesecake, and eat it too, sans tears. I am so happy that I’m learning balance, slowly but surely. I know that I have bad days, but I also know that as the years go on, the good days begin to outnumber them. I am so thankful for that.

Cheers to year 22 on this beautiful planet. Cheers to cheesecake.


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