So many things to update on, and yet so little time! Why can't I be one of those people that manage to write really funny blogs? You know...the blogs that make you laugh so loud you spill your drink right out of your nose? Or you laugh so loud the guy in the cubicle next to you leans over to ask if you remembered your meds that day! Yeah. I'd like to be one of those blog writers!

I'm not though. That's okay. I'm perfectly comfortable with my blog style. Sometimes funny. Sometimes boring. Sometimes joyful, and sometimes sad. I think it's a realistic spread of real human emotions.

Anyway, we're on day five of the quit. And I'm doing pretty well. I saw my old cigs in the cupboard and my chest hurt for a moment, but it faded and went away. I saw the cigs at the grocery store and just remember thinking "You have no power over me anymore" as I walked away. The swelling under my son's eyes has gone way down and my daughter's allergies aren't bothering her as much. That's all the motivation I need.

I added a couple of new machines to my work out today. Here pretty soon, I'm going to have to split it up between days I do different sets. This next set of machines works my hip area. Yes, the dreaded upper thighs and love handles! Some people can afford plastic surgery for the problem areas. I can't. That's what the gym is for.

That, and the gym does something else for me too. It gives me a safe place to take out my aggressions. I can work the agitation out without having to worry that I'll snap at someone and hurt their feelings, or go into breakdown mode.

Anyway, I'm a bit worn out and headed to bed. One more week, and Moby gets her stitches removed. :D YAY!

Good night world.