Day, uh, 8?

I think? Well, technically, it's been eight big days since I finally just got sick and tired of myself and decided to MAKE A CHANGE. Or two. Or five. But last Friday, in a fit of juvenile rebellion after dropping my daughter off for a sleepover, I fell (or jumped) off the smoke wagon and had a pack. But by Sunday, thoroughly disgusted with myself, I got back on.

Let's be very clear: I am not good at this sort of thing. AT ALL. (For more information, please click here). I like my creature comforts; I live for them. To me, nothing is better than relaxing with a glass of wine, my favorite book or TV show, and a cigarette. Nothing. I DREAM about it, I shit you not. (Mmmmmmm....cigarette....arhghlemph...). I like to sit and poop around on the internet, writing meaningless and fluffy blogs, reading meaningless and fluffy and deep and profound and witty blogs written by far braver people than I, staring at this bloody screen listening to the sound of my own brain cells implode one by one. Yep. I'm lazy. Loooooooove being lazy.

But, hey, guess what? Turns out, being lazy for two years straight lands one (well, ME) right in the middle of a house overflowing with crap and dust,a body actively trying to push the size 10 jeans off of it using only its spare tire, wheezy lungs, wrinkles and bad skin tone, a sexless marriage, and a novel that has been unfinished for too long. Yep. That's the state of my existence right now. Whole mess of crap.

So, here I go. I'm going to try. I'm going to try to do it slooooowly, but I am going to do it. I think my mistake in the past attempts has been to try to do it ALL. Right now, fix it, fix it NOW, ALL OF IT. And I just burn out.

So. Week one was the smoking thing. Which went swimmingly until Friday, so I guess Week two is also the smoking thing and the exercise thing. No pressure. Nope. Just gonna do it. Niiiiice and easy. Yup.