My Breatheaversary

That is correct. It has been one year since I quit smoking.

I know people say “If I can do it then anyone can,” but I do not believe that is the case. I do not think I could have done it just because someone else has. Sure, I know people that overcame the addiction and they were a major source of inspiration but if all I had was inspiration, I would never have made it this far.

I don’t think I did it all alone. I think each and everyone who was rooting for me helped. All of you that read this silly little blog and leave me words of encouragement helped me to stay focused all year long. At the end of the day it is me alone looking at my 10 little piggies and patting myself on the back for making it another day smoke free but it is all of you that are in my thoughts all day long and that kept me going.

So it took me a year to quit smoking and now I am on track to lose some major poundage. I may have finally figured out that I have to focus on one change at a time. Trying to do it all at once does not work for someone like me.

I just want to thank you for reading my words and for supporting me either through comments or just silently rooting for me. Your support has not and will not go unnoticed.

Am I out of the water? I truly think so. I cannot imagine myself smoking ever again. I have never thought that before now but the fact is undeniable.

I am a non-smoker.

You Tube Tuesday #35

I was hoping to find my favorite Tom & Jerry clip which is from "Calypso Cat" but this is definitely one of my fav's. I hope this brings a smile to your face, and leaves a tune in your head.

Enjoy!

WW Update

Loss of 3.4 pounds.

Total of 10.7 in 5 weeks.

w00t!

A Sore Spot

This morning I woke up sore. Very. Sore.

Racquetball last night was pretty intense and I think I went a little overboard. My right shoulder is killing me today. I have taken some Tylenol hoping it will help.

I always like that soreness you feel the day after some good exercise. It is confirmation that you made your body work and that is a good thing but this seems more like pain as opposed to soreness.

This morning I woke up in pain. That describes it better.

I am really looking forward / not looking forward to weigh in tomorrow. There is a part of me that says, “George you did really good this week. You are still a chunky ninja but you are on your way to slim ninja soon.” The other part of me says, “hey lard ass, you still had a couple of dinners that you didn’t count the points for so you know you effed it up. I hope you kept those sweat pants since that is all you can fit in, Chubinja!”

Yikes, I hate it when that part of me speaks up.

I will leave it to the scale to decide.

Until tomorrow my friends. I promise (as always) to let you know how much I lose or gain.

Lose. I meant just LOSE!

The Missing Meter

As my kids enjoyed a cake last night to celebrate Brother and Sister Day, I was with my buddies playing a round of Disc Golf.

It has been my Wednesday evening / Saturday morning ritual for the past several weeks.

If you are not familiar with Disc Golf it is pretty much like traditional Golf except that you use Discs (read: Frisbees) and instead of holes you throw into baskets. Like this one.

It is one of those games that takes minutes to learn and years to master. I am not that good but I enjoy playing.

Well, after the 1 ½ hour game and a low around hole 7, we finished up and headed to dinner. We all decided that Chick-Fil-A would work (although I pronounce it Chick Fill Uh since fillet is spelled FILLET!). I threw my discs in the back of the car and headed off to the “land of misspelling” for chickeny goodness.

Once there I pulled out my disc golf bag to grab my BG meter and it was nowhere to be found. I looked in the front seat and in my “very masculine tote bag” to no avail. I figured I must have dropped it on the course because I know I had it with me it when we got there. My buddies hopped in the car and we heading back to the park.

I should tell you that I have several meters and so losing it was not a big deal. What was a big deal was the brand new vial of strips that I grabbed before we left my house. That would be 24 strips lying somewhere in the park. That is like gold to me. I could not leave them.

On the drive back I remembered that after checking my BG before playing, I put my new Ultra Mini on the roof of my car before I packed it in my bag or thought that I packed it. Well, much to my surprise I saw my little One Touch lying in the very center of the lane untouched.

I flipped a U and my buddy (in a total action movie move) opened the door, reached down, and grabbed it out of the street. Sweet.

“Reunited and it feels so good,” by Peaches and Herb was playing somewhere in the distance.

And that is the story of the Prodigal Meter. Once he was lost and now is found.

Would you have gone back for the strips?