Promotion! (Of Earthbound Causes)

Working out, making money, bettering one's self...it ain't easy dammit!

So I weighed myself on what I was sure was a broken scale last night, can anyone guess what it said? 340lbs...that's 154 kg. That. Is. Insane. But, it's the price I pay for such a leisurely lifestyle, which has only happened in the last two months to be honest. It's a wake up call though, little work other than driving for groceries and eating full meals has it's pitfalls, mostly the way it turns my stomach into a pit that falls below my waist. Of course I think to myself: but if I had a job I'd be making money, if I had money I'd buy a bicycle, if I had a bicycle I'd save on fuel, and it would create a much better life.

Anyone else see the problem with that? It all hinges on me getting a job.

Well, it shouldn't be too much longer till someone sees me as employable. Just a week ago I graduated CNA training and am fully licensed. So it's been reapply reapply reapply everywhere I have previously that isn't minimum wage. And had a bit of a emboldening stroke from two places I very much want to work. Memorial and Medical Hospitals in Nacogdoches. With any luck (if there is such a thing anymore) I'll have a job by the start of the month; working 12 hours a day for 4 days a week. As a friend of mine said in her blog (who'll probably be the only one to read this) money money money!

And with money comes honey and with honey comes good things in life. Mainly because I have an obsessive passion for honey that far outweighs a healthy taste for the liquid gold. It'd delicious! Healthy even. Next blog I shall have to explain the benefits of just a teaspoon of honey a day.

Back to the topics off-hand, however, in the light of the fact that having a CNA license hasn't seemed to help as quickly as I wanted I've begun to take other measures to better my quality of life. For one thing...trying to cut back on smoking. Yes, that nasty habit with those cigarette thingies that I used as a security blanket for far too long. It is time to cut them down to size and free myself of the mental and financial burden that they are. Because I will be honest, I LOVE smoking.  The feeling of the course hot smoke, that bitter but tickling taste, and the full sensation when it hits my lungs. Then the cool rush of air and slight calm of emptying my lungs of the toxin and watching it all dance before evaporating. I love smoking, have since I was 16. It's time to find something else to do though, it's gotten too expensive, isn't as enjoyable as it once was, and on top of that has made things...go sour. You ladies who've had enough life experience know what that means.

So yes, trying to slow down with the hopes that quitting isn't an impossibility. Today is day 5, and since I have had only 16 cigarettes. There are 4 left in the package that was bought almost a week ago, they've staled considerably which makes them less filling and enjoyable. So maybe after a few more weeks I will be putting that extra $5 every day or so into my fuel tank.

Or better yet, into a savings account of some kind.

As a wise woman once told me; 'Humans don't live a very long time, but it takes us a long time to do something. But if you ever want to re-learn how to do anything...watch a child. Small steps, don't stop, and always smile.' I'm paraphrasing of course, but you get the damn point.