It's been two weeks, now. There are good days and bad days with the smoking. There are only bad days for the eating. I thought I could do it, but I've managed to gain 10 pounds. I have got to figure something out before I end up looking like the stay-puft marshmallow and have to be crane-lifted out of my house in the mornings.
Today is officially my first day really trying to tackle the food thing. I was giving myself a little slack because the smoking was the main addiction with more difficult withdrawals, but no more. Now that I've gotten the worst of it under control, there is no excuse to continue to stuff my face with whatever sounds yummy. No more cupcakes.
Today is officially my first day really trying to tackle the food thing. I was giving myself a little slack because the smoking was the main addiction with more difficult withdrawals, but no more. Now that I've gotten the worst of it under control, there is no excuse to continue to stuff my face with whatever sounds yummy. No more cupcakes.
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