New Decade, More Littering

I made a promise to myself this year to actually follow through with a New Years resolution, and so here it is:

Lose 10 more pounds- and not by starving some more

Its been such a hard year in terms of sobering up and kicking bad habits. Coming home from work at 9 pm and eating a whole chicken isn't cute, and it showed. The late night binges, watching the biggest loser and crying, making sure that I read inspiring novels and chicken soup for the fat girl's soul (F.Y.I- It's not ok to complain and do nothing about it, yes love yourself but not your bad habits, and your friends may be a major factor in weight gain-don't stop being friends- STOP EATING THEIR LEFTOVERS!)

So, as I lay next to my future I ask myself: Who do I want to be today? I realized I didn't want to be a new person everyday anymore, I wanted to just be me but thinner. Anyone who has ever been overweight knows how it is to want to be the skinny bitch, and be seen as interesting and cool. What a lot of people don't realize is how rad they really are when the peel off the layers.
Vanity is dangerous, but we all succumb to the mirror at some point in our lives. I decided to make the change to love, eat, live, and laugh and maybe do a few push-ups-- all in that order


Resolution #2:

Quit smoking.

This is always going to be a stone on my back. Even after a decade of succesfully not smoking, I will still be tempted. I love cigarettes. I love the way they burn the back of my throat, I love the way they make me dizzy in the morning, I love how I look like a rockstar when It hangs off the side of my mouth (that's just a figment of my imagination i think) I love the way my fiancee looks when it hangs off the side of his mouth. We all know how we feel when we drink and smoke-- like royalty. But in essence, some people think I smoked like Cruella Deville, and you know I think they are right. I hate worrying about cancer and this way I don't anymore. You will get to know me as a hypochondriac (thanks mom) and I tend to self-diagnose. According to my brain I've had ever disease known to mankind. Alas, even after knowing all of this, Mr. fag doesn't need to get me drunk to want to fool around! *sigh*


My final resolution was to create a blog..


I'm new to the blog world. I have read blogs. I have seen blogs. I know people who blog.

I didn't ever want to be a 'blogger', but as I type this out, I feel a sense of accomplishment and I have never felt more in touch with my feelings (grose). I feel no mind gaps or pauses, and It feels good to tell people how I really feel (I'm in customer service). I make a promise to you now to write something every few days maybe post a thought here and there and a picture or two, but I will be a blogger damnit!!

I think I'm going to like this...

Happy New Years.