1 down…

Me and the girls are going shopping!!! Wohoo!

We’ll see what day two brings!


Big Day Tomorrow

Just thinking about quitting makes me want to smoooooke like crazy, but tomorrow’s the big day.

Couple of things:

  1. I am never doing this again. I’m not going to put my body through this whole nails on a chalk-board withdraw process. It’s annoying and I am not a fan.
  2. I have a bet with my boss. I will catch him swearing before I smoke. Loser buys lunch, but it is soooo much more than that. There’s never-ending pride that comes with winning that.
  3. I have packed some killer salads for lunch this week. I am jealous of my future self getting to eat them.
  4. I have started doing a low-impact walking video in the mornings. It’s a little lame and some of the chicks in the video are in their 60’s but hey – if you’re looking for a little something to get your blood pumping, I highly recommend Leslie Sansone’s Walk Away the Pounds.

Other than improved health and bragging rights with the boss-man, I developed a couple of incentives. It blows my mind that I would need to reward myself to quit a habit that other people simply never picked up, but hey gotta find some fun in some of this…

  1. Day 1 – Shorty needs a new bra(s). Over sharing has always been my forte.
  2. Week 1 – Finally replace my lost jean jacket that was a casualty in flop relationship.
  3. Week 2 – Solar Lights for the walk-way. My walk-way back to the house is terribly dark. It’s not the most exciting gift but I figured I’d put it up on the list so I remember to get it done.
  4. Week 3 – Paint the kitchen. God I can’t stand these purple walls one minute longer.
  5. 1 Month – big effing concert/maybe trip. Been kicking around maybe going to Coachella this year. It’d be super expensive but is totally on my bucket list. If not that gig, it will be another one… Maybe front row tickets to whomever blows into town… We’ll see.
  6. 3 Months – I will finally get a TV.
  7. 6 Months – Lasik Surgery. Go big or go home.
  8. 1 Year – A European vacation. Might have to have a fundraiser – but why not???

Looking forward!!!

Off to smoke and then flush the rest of my pack!


2013 Planning

Clock’s ticking. So that’s 27 days to prep. Let’s start a new checklist – My January looks pretty cray so we should prep accordingly (Not necessarily in order of importance):

  1. Find a gym ASAP. Since I moved Trainer Matt is 30 min opposite direction from home. It’s true that I could get a pretty killer deal at the current place, but I really need to find a place somewhere between home and work that will fit the schedule. The hot guy at work (I call him sporty spice cause he books it to the bathroom at 4:45 to change into his work out gear) should know a close by gym. I have been looking for a reason to (talk to) him so this will kill two birds with one stone.
  2. Tell everyone you know that you are quitting. End of story.
  3. New Work-Out Playlist: STAT. Seriously. This is a must have. I am off tomorrow so I should tackle this then.
  4. New Rewards List. Duh – best part. As if being healthy is enough for me.
  5. Anticipate new schedule since last time you quit: Last time I was working on my masters degree on-line. Any given day I could run to the gym and (run) the track for hours. Now I am locked into the 8-5 and my neighborhood is a tad dangerous. So running on a whim is not nearly as available. I have to plan for this shit.
  6. Sign up for some new races – 2013 Tackle the Tower is on the books, but I’m not registered. Need to get more frightening, possibly embarrassing activities on the books.
  7. Plan my freaking meals: Due to how hectic things were I spent a lot of time at Chipolte in 2012. Fortunately for some crazy reason you can’t tell from the size of my arse. When I qizzle the shizzle I won’t be able to metabolize that stuff like I can now. This is essential to my success.
  8. BIGGEST DEAL OF PLANNING: I need to do some 4-month mark planning. That time when you think you are safe… This was the most dangerous time for me. It wasn’t the first day, first week, first month — it was four months into this vigorous training that I lit up and got right back on the dole… how can I avoid those pitfalls? How can I do better than last time? What set things off? How do I combat moments like this?
  9. The next couple of weeks will continue to be crazy. The holidays are far from over to me. My lil bro comes home this week. Menagerie will occur. My cousin will be in town. My sister’s baby shower less than two weeks away – I can smoke through all this, however I need to keep my eye on the prize. I can’t get lackadaisical with this list or loose sight of my goal.
  10. Crime and punishment: What will hold me accountable? What is so cruel that I couldn’t bare smoking a cigarette? In Stephen King’s “Quitters, Inc.” a character’s wife looses a pinky finger in the case of a relapse. I don’t have a wife, nor do I know someone macabre enough to chop off a limb of a loved one to ensure my health. This needs some thought. I am clearly not afraid of eating a welching on the bet to eat a creamed onion. 2013: Step up your game yo. What scares me enough not to smoke???

This is my mission if I choose to accept it… it’s all laid out for me here. It’s the start of a blue-print for success… All I have to do is follow directions. What could be easier?

2013: Something New?

So yeah – 2010 was a great attempt. 2011 and 2012… forgeddaboutit!

Wow. I can’t believe that is 2013 and I am back to the drawing board at kicking the habit. Where have the years gone? And how had I been so successful in back in the early months of 2010 to be back at the whole “Set a date” step today.

That Summer of 2010 sure was fun. Fun enough to throw caution to the wayside and just quit quitting… I blame Pearl Jam and the Summer of “F & UN” but really it was me who dropped the ball.

2011 was crazy. I scored my first big job and finally got back into an apartment of my own. You would think that this would have been perfect timing to start a new routine. Especially as a new friend – THE GIANT POSSUM – that sat outside my door made it’s first appearance. I mean smoking is gross and addictive, but adding the fact that A GIANT VERMIN is perched in your smoking lounge should be enough to get anyone hyped up to quit. I apparently am hard-core committed to this filthy habit.

So I set the date in 2012 with every intent of making the effort. Three things happened early on that really allowed me to shirk my efforts in regards to smoking cessation:

  1. I had a big meeting to facilitate at work the week after my 2012 quit date. My ex-smoker boss (suggested) that this might not be the right time to quit.
  2. My sister was getting married in July – As maid of honor I had quite a full plate of duties that didn’t really allow me to focus on the whole healthy lifestyle that I need in place to successfully quit.
  3. My best friend’s mom – who is an astrologist, pulled out her ephemeris and said, “Honey this is not the year for that”.

Needless to say, she was right. This year was incredibly full, personally and professionally. It was great – my sister’s wedding was beautiful and my first full year on the job was incredibly successful. However, there were several stressful moments along the way that would have only been harder a) not smoking or worse b) losing my shit and smoking and the upset that would have followed. So yeah – among a few other things 2012 was not the year for me to jump the smoking train.

That being said, this is the first full year of working that I have used every single personal day because I have actually been sick. And by sick I don’t mean hung-over. I mean sick as all get out. I know stress can have a crazy effect on you, but I can’t help but think that if I had stuck with it back in 2010 I would have spent those personal days getting pedicures or nursing a maja Sunday brunch hang-over instead of actually being sick. My sister always told me that once you turn 30, your body changes and you begin to feel it – so maybe for me it was 33.

At any rate – enough. I’m pretty certain that I am the last of friends my age that is actually a full time smoker. Most quit when they got pregnant others when their job required them to. If they can do it – so can I. It’s a waste of time, money and just plain breaths. For more information on why smoking esses a d click here.

I am a little nervous though: How many times have I made that sweep declaration to join the world as a non-smoker??? I started this blog way back when because publicizing your goals holds you accountable. I have publicly failed and lived through it. Is this blog really going to hold me accountable? Are these reports and idle threat? Should I tweet my goals? Facebook them? God forbid share this blog (which speaks pretty candidly about several other scandalous escapades) on my social networks?

So yeah the new date: January 28th, 2013. The Monday after my big annual meeting and a week before my first niece is due. That’s 28 days kids – let’s get planning.

Welcome back?

I’ve been quite lackadaisical at blogging, non-smoking, concert going, exercising, doing cool stuff, etc… all of the above except for work. Loving the new job, but it is turning out to be quite the ass-kicking contest.

I’m cereal — I come home and I’m in total couch potato mode. NO MAS! I haven’t turned into a fatty McFatterson yet, but am concerned that if I don’t do something soon, I’ll let the grind seriously debilitate me. I don’t even have any funny stories to tell except for the fact that I have watched a lot of internet tv as of late. I’m embarrassed, but I actually watched Heathers last week. That’s 90 minutes of my life I am never getting back. Barbra Walters should be calling any day now for my big fascinating interview.

So here’s the new deal:

  1. Tuesday, January 17th is the first day of my new life as a non-smoker.
  2. So, that’s really my only plan.

There are a few things that I need to take under consideration:

  1. The smoking sitch at work: The liberties have been great for making friends. But I need to cut it out. A) I’m waaay to busy to smoke. B) I feel like I smoke more now than when I tended bar. Once you make it a work habit it’s a hard mother effer to break. How will I know that the work day is passing if I don’t smoke?
  2. I’ve moved to a cute little place closer to the city that and farther from my parents basement. It’s very trendy and urban. However, there aren’t any close gyms nearby. Lots of Yoga studios, which deserve their own post… but it’s almost like I have to drive all the back to the suburbs to get a work out in. It’s dark and urbany and who am I kidding… like I’m going to run before work in the a.m. It also happens to be dark and ubany when I get home from work. So there’s that. Maybe I need to  join one of them sports clubs… I gotta brainstorm…
  3. Blogging: The last thing I want to do when I come home is sit by a computer and type. Holy carpal tunnel. “Hey guys, look at my sweet new neckbrace…” Although my recent discovery of Spotify is making that a little easier. I highly recommend it.
  4. There is a giant possum outside my door. HUGE! Completely unrelated, but still gross. It’s made a little burrow underneath the neighboring house. If it gets any bigger, I’ll be purchasing a saddle and riding it work.
  5. What else? I can think of a million other excuses. Quit smoking? Whaaat? Why? Be right back… going to grab a puff…

That’s not very promising, but beginning the conversation is a step in the right direction.

Wish me luck.

Dear Lord and the Baby, it’s been a long time…

Good Lord it’s almost been a year since my last post…

My many apologies! We left off somewhere last fall. I can’t believe the R.I.P. iPod was my last post. What a sad note to leave on. Someone must’ve been eating my porridge or some other candy ass shenanigans. Lots and nots has changed since then.

Well, for starters I finished my Master’s degree. Hurray! My sis got engaged. I moved back in with the rents. After a few months of looking, I found a job. A good one. If I had to customize a job for myself, I probably wouldn’t be able to come closer if I tried. (Besides riding afghans around all day, of course.) Wohoo! I hung up my bartending shoes and became a working girl again!

It was quite a busy first and second quarter for sure. So eventful, that I barely had time to post. Or post at all. Who am I kidding? The excitement, of course, has spilled into the summer. Between the new job, cradle robbing and apartment searching there hasn’t been a spare minute. I promise that fall will paint a very different picture.

For example I will quit smoking September 1st. Yeah, ’cause I’m still doing that.

You know what else I learned in 2010? I apparently am a welsher. See how the creamed onion debacle went down below:

I actually tried 4 more times. Couldn’t get those nasty suckers down the hatch. They are like giant explosive fish-eggs that have been sitting in dirty dish water for a days under a hot sun. (No offense, Dearest of Aunties —aka the best cook ever.)

More to come, and more frequently. I promise.

R.I.P. Classic iPod

I feel like I can finally post this, as my beloved iPod has finally been replaced. It’s so nice. I didn’t even want to take off the plastic wrapper in fear that I’d finger print it up. In addition, I finally had to move all of my music off of my computer. It was eating up over 40 GBs of my hard drive. My design software was running slow… like molasses. I’m relieved that the ol’ Mac is running smoother, but I lost all my meta-data. That’s the info that keeps it all organized: my playlists, date added info, ranking and play count info. Aaaaand with a new iPod —all that info is gone… Cest la vie… I guess I can rebuild it. At any rate here is the R.I.P Classic iPod playlist. Be warned, it’s pretty sad. It’s kinda only for people that enjoy watching and re-watching just the really sad parts of Simon Birch.

  1. You Don’t Know Me, performed by Ray Charles and Diana Ross
    This is one of the most beautiful and saddest songs ever written. It’s seautiful. I am glad Diana Ross is accompanying the great Ray Charles in this version. Makes it a little less lonely. If that’s even possible.
  2. Everybody Knows, by Ryan Adams
    This one adds a little bit of a twist to the broken hearts club. Not only is it apparent that you are broken hearted, but everybody knows about it. Now he’s my go-to sad guy. Definitely the singer/songwriter that you’d want to just pull the covers over your head on a fall day and try to sleep through to. Also would accept: Strawberry Wine, Come Pick Me Up, Damn Sam I Love a Woman that Rains, and oh my, Carolina Rain… talk about regret.
  3. These Arms of Mine, by Otis Redding
    Can you believe this guy died in a plane crash a just week before his hit The Dock of the Bay was released? I told you this playlist was redunculously sad. Nobody should read this. Except A) This facebook friend of mine that is always posting about what a wonderful life it is (maybe she’d give it a rest for just a day) and B) those people responsible for/and cleaning up of the Gulf Coast Oil spill. While everyone in the media has moved on to Brett Farve’s texting schedule, birds and fish are still dying. Also would have accepted: Dreams to Remember.
  4. For Today, Jessica Lea Mayfield
    This little lady is so amazing. When you see her in person, it’s like her voice actually has physical force. If that tightening in my throat when I cry could sing, this is exactly what it what sound like. (Cause it’s unstoppable… derr…) Seriously, if you feel like crying, pick up her album. Or see her in public. Then you can cry in public like I am no stranger to. (Seriously, some people have crazy places that they’ve done the nasty in… for me, it’s crying. [refer to earlier crying on the treadmill] post.)
  5. Goodnight Elizabeth, Counting Crows
    Someone get Adam some Prozac already. I kid, I got nothin’ but love. Their whole collection is a rainy day sing along. I just love the line “We couldn’t all be cowboys, some of us are clowns…” It’s true. And to be completely honest with you, I’d rather be a clown. I hear their jokes are better, although not completely sold on the face paint…
  6. Graceland, Paul Simon
    Wait, what? Yeah, that’s right. Don’t be deceived by that infectious beat. Even my little peanut, Pauly isn’t fool proof. I personally think this is the song about Carrie Fisher: “Like I never noticed the way she combed her hair before I left…” and ” Loooosiing looooove is like a window in your heart… everybody see’s you’re blown a part…” Also would have accepted Hearts and Bones: Ahh, be still my aching heart… I’ll throw it on the playlist for good measure.
  7. The Diner, Ani DiFranco
    My latter day hero. Ani has gotten me through many a heartache. There are many songs that would apply: Untouchable Face, As Is and of course the angry Napoleon. She has a song that talks about seeing a former lover and she is so unsatisfied that her eyes actually Dialate. However, I chose this song for my R.I.P. iPod Classic playlist, because I couldn’t imagine anything sadder than ordering a beverage for someone that you hardly have a quarter to call for. Plus she misses him “blowing his nose”. When you love the most icky parts about someone -that’s the real stuff. Dear Ani: Thank you. Sorry about your heartbreak. Why don’t you write songs about it and then several other women across the world can ruminate in your (their) heartache? He doesn’t love you already. Get over it. As much as it’s appreciated, I’m not sure if it’s healthy. I still love ya. I’m just saying.
  8. Dying Day, Brandi Charlile
    This is a newbie to me. It’s breath taking. Her voice is amazing. Plus, she’s adorable. Granted, this is actually a nice song. Granted you’d have to have some one to come home home to. It’s kinda’ like Dean Martin’s You’re Nobody Until Somebody loves You. Of course, it’s great, you know… given that you have somebody that loves you.
  9. Footsteps, by Pearl Jam
    Ahh, sigh…

I’m stopping at nine. That’ll do it. I have to go. I have a post I’m working about my awesome concert weekend in Rochester. And my Cavaliers winning. Cavaliers > Celtics > Miami Heat… Just sayin’.

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