The Mean Reds

It's left me achey with a general feeling of insecurity. I don't know if I'm getting sick, but I feel as though I might be. Is there a sickness intuition? Probably. We're supposed to know our bodies, right? Like when I cough so much my chest hurts, or when my nose whistles when I try to breathe through it.

Despite this, I'm trying to get myself excited about writing all over again. I've gotten a page written in the novel. And thanks to my typewriter ribbon, I've written a whole 2 sentences in a new short story. Wowee! Haven't we done well?
I've got to finish the short story so I can have a bubble bath. It's my reward system I'm trying out. And if I get myself sold on quitting smoking, I can use the bubble bath as a reward there, as well.

So much I want to do to get myself in shape. In many ways. Changing my eating habits. I used to be a rabbit... All sorts of fresh veggies and maybe a smidge of meat when the craving's there. I also need to drink more water. Walk more. Do sit-ups again, if I really was before.
No more new clothes until I'm the size I want to be.

AND STOP WORRYING!!!