I am on a break from smoking. I don’t like to speak of it, because people then want to talk about it when you start smoking again. And then I feel sheepish. Of all the barnyard animals, I like to feel like sheep least. And so, I am reluctant to even write that I haven’t been smoking lately. But it has been 11 days, and I feel tentatively pleased.
And on top of that, I’ve been going to the gym before work in the morning. 4 times last week, and 3 so far this week. My track record for maintaining a plan of this nature is spotty, so I commit to nothing! But I am writing it here. Although I rather wish that it were in invisible ink so that I might never have to see this again, but could know that it was there…
margaret edith 