Nico-free

Been without nicotine for 29 days. It's been relatively easy, so far. I'm surprised.

Still on a maintenance schedule for weight loss. I'm planning on shifting back to a loss routine when the days get longer. Hopefully within the next month.

I'm feeling less crazy than I have been in a long time. I'm starting to think that I wasn't masking anxiety with cigarettes, that in fact the cigarettes were causing anxiety. 

Sometimes I walk around the office and run to my destination for no reason. Literally, run. What does that tell you?

Ex called last night for the first time in a month. Yes, I made it a month without calling her. Things are changing. Nice.

All good things

All good things in the last couple of weeks. I like my new job. It's going really well. I've kept up running about 2 miles a day. Some days I don't run if I don't get home in time, but most days I run 2, or 3 if the mood strikes me.

I expected my weight loss to slow to 1 pound a week, but so far since I've started my new job 21 days ago, I've lost 4 pounds, or around 1 1/3 pounds a week still. I'm at the skinniest I've ever been, as long as I can remember.

I feel healthy. I'm pretty sure I've stopped snoring and I have more energy throughout the day. I also fall right asleep when I go to bed. All in all, all good things.

My best friend is getting married in 15 days, and I'm pretty excited for her. It'll just be good to see her and her husband again after them being gone for such a long time.

Well, that's about it for now. Got a girl you want to set me up with?

Lasts

As I walked to work today, on pretty much the same route I've taken for months and months, I realized that it was the last time I'd have to wake up on a Monday to walk to my job.

The walk was disappointing. Nothing interesting happened, but it was the first day of school for the kids at Dora Moore, on 8th and Corona. I could hear them from a block away, playing, enjoying each others company like 3 months had not passed since they last spend any real time together.

I did get passed by a group of four ladies walking. They were in their late 40s, early 50s, and walking like Banshees must walk when they want to relax. One lady was talking about her most recent bad date with a man who was good-looking, but a "a total dick." She expressed a desire to find "a nice guy."

"Why can't anyone be both?" Her friend asked her.

It was this sort of thing that led me to look at myself in the window at the tattoo shop on 14th and Ogden.

Am I both?, I asked myself.