Honestly, it's effing quitting time.

I'm quitting smoking and drinking.

I will have a martini with ted this weekend, or possible something pomegranate-flavored. I will not, however, have beers and cigarettes after work and excuse myself because I'm stressed out.

Smoking is not ok because my job is unsatisfying, nor because I will totally quit when I get a new job/have a good day/want to.

Beer is delicious, yes. It's also the reason why I'm still 15 pounds over my happy-weight and feel like crap some mornings.

My sister and my dad are not proof of the inability to avoid addiction. My genes are retarded, but my brain is stronger.

I will honor my sister's memory by living a life healthy and happy. I will honor myself by taking care of my body and dealing with my pain in a positive way.

Depression is a bitch. But I have meds for that. No need to self-medicate.

Nicotine is poison. I wouldn't eat tobacco. So I will not be supertarded and smoke it.

I'll smell and feel better. Food will taste better. My lungs will start to heal. My body will begin to flush out toxins. I will help with water and fruits and veggies and excersize.

I love my family and my friends, my boyf and puppy and kittzen. They love me too and want me to be healthy.



affirmations are silly and yet I feel better after writing this.

because now, dear reader, you can cheer me on and remind me to do the walkin' that accompanies this talkin'. Y'heard.