So I goofed last night/this morning and shut off MY alarm when I shut off Peter's at 1 a.m. Which means I slept too late to make it to my exercise class, and for extra fun woke up from a nightmare by means of Mok licking the nightmare-tears from my face (good kitty, she loves me). After a half-hour of cuddle-recovery from the dream (which I thank God can't remember), I got up and am FREEZING cold with full-body aches. Blargh.
Upside, I got on the scale and am down to 171.4 lbs - was around 175 a couple weeks ago (too lazy to look it up right now) so apparently the cigarette diet is working. HA! Yeah, I'm smoking again, full-on. About 3 packs in the last 2 weeks, and with the corresponding lack of appetite I'm losing weight, albeit in the "wrong" way. Whatever, I'll quit again soon - quitting is not hard for me to do - and it has been helping me deal with stress at work, so I'm not going to beat myself up for it. Although I DO at times want to beat up my fellow-smokers, who have invariably been greeting me outside the past week with "What are YOU doing here? You quit! What's that in your hand? Oh no!" And I'm responding (pleasantly) with "same as you, having a smoke. " God, the hypocrisy.
So today I'm going to take it easy again, and maybe putter on some laundry, and maybe knit and maybe read or game awhile. I'm tired, bone tired, despite having slept longer than usual (or maybe that's why). Odd, I've been feeling better and better (mentally/emotionally) all week, but today I just want to stay in my PJs and do not much. Tomorrow will be better.
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