This morning I had my dentist appointment. That was a whole big-fat f*cking waste of time.The only good thing about it is that I now have an appointment with a specialist next week. One more step closer to having these 4 ungrateful, intrusive, party-crashing wisdom teeth pulled the F out.
I was so angry about the way the morning had gone, that I smoke a cigarette. I know. But I didn’t where a patch for the rest of the day, nor did I smoke any more cigarettes. I didn’t crave them either. In fact, I was down right comfortable… except for my teeth. So I feel really good about the quitting process. I’m thinking it really is mind over matter. I don’t want to be a smoker. I don’t want to smoke daily. So I won’t, because I don’t. I would like to partake in a smoke every now and again. I can, and I will. I’m actually feeling really good about myself.
To continue this season of change, empowerment and better myself, I bought a bunch of great fruit for snaking on over the next few days. I’m interested in charting my progress. My water intake is up. My exercising is up. My food choices are healthier. and I feel good.
My tanning is up too. Way up. I go everyday for short amounts of time to slowly build some sort of color other than china-white. So far I’ve been pretty successful.