I have been exercising regularly for 3 weeks now, and I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time, both mentally and physically. However, due to the workout I have been doing for the past two mornings, I am currently unable to bend over due to the fact that my abs are attempting to leave my body in protest. So keep your fingers crossed that I don’t drop anything important. Like other body parts.
Actually, I think my abs finally made good their escape and jumped ship about an hour ago. I was going to send out a life raft, but unless it’s made of chocolate, I doubt they’d pay it any mind.
As of Sunday, I will have been smoke-free for 3 weeks. Completely smoke-free. No cheating this time when I’m hoochin’ it up. I had some beers and shots this past weekend, and did not have one single ciggie. NOT ONE. Which is further proof that I’m a pod-person and the real me is a crumbling pile of dust in some distant poppy field.
Oh! In all my yammering on about how oogly-moogly wondermous I feel, I nearly forgot the reason for this post. I actually got flowers today! I absolutely abhor Valentine’s Day, and I got flowers.
I’m pretty sure this is a sign of the end of days. Duck and cover, y’all.