I've been sick. I had bronchitis. I had to get TWO shots in my ass: 1 shot of steriod and 1 shot of antibiotic. In addition to a pill regiment. I also had to be tested for strep and flu. This means they stick long cotton swabs down your thoat and up your nose. I'm not bitter. I am pretty excited about the weight, though. It did get as high as 284 last week, but I don't know if that really counts because it then bottomed out at the 0 and 1 mark. I'm counting it as a "holding steady" for a whole week. That kinda makes up for the shots and the swabs. Kinda.
I've got bigger news for you, though. I quit smoking! I've given you an approximation of the last time I inhaled. It's not like I'm keeping track or anything.
As I said, I've been sick. I saw the opportunity to stop something bad (since I usually only get sick sick when My Habit is in full swing) and I took it. I'm still coughing and still sound a little hoarse, but over all I'm feeling like a champ. A bit of a frustrated champ, but still, a champ.
Yes; I've quit before. This time I'm working on making it permenant. Again. Years have gone by before between cigarettes, but somehow I manage to let smoking wiggle its way back into my life. Sort of exactly like My Fat. It seems a little ridiculous to be trying to change My Fat habits and change My Habit habits at the same time; but, for some reason, my brain has decided to pair them together. Like having two things to obsess over will actually ease the burden of both. I don't get the logic, but that's what has ended up happening. We'll see how it goes.
It's been easier for me to lay My Habit aside when I'm not feeling that great. I was home all last week. Crabbiness wasn't an issue for others. I slept most of the time and the rest of the time I was laid up on the couch with Kitty watching Murder She Wrote. It's on Hallmark in the middle of the day and it's totally a guilty pleasure. I usually record it.
You can't honestly expect me to give up ALL of my vices.