Don't You Believe it!

Yes, the sun is peeking out from wherever it was hiding. Looks to be a promising day.

This week marks 3 months since my last cigarette. Yay me!!
There have been moments when I'd give my left tit for a cigarette, but then I've waited so long for my tits to 'blossom', I'd hate to lose one just for a cigarette. I consider myself fortunate, really. They say people typically put on weight when the quit smoking. I'm 3 months into this thing and I haven't gained anything, she said as she nibbled on her Easy Mac. Watch- Now that I've said it, my figure will go totally downhill.

Today it was brought to my attention that I scold myself too harshly when I screw something up. For Example: I spilled some water filling the resevoir on the coffee pot. I got so flustered and upset with myself, flittering and jumping around trying to get paper towels as fast as I could. Just totally upset with myself. Almost to the point of not being able to think straight It was pointed out to me that spilling water is no big deal. It happens. Nobody's perfect. It's weird in one sense, because I've never viewed myself as a perfectionist. Somehow perfectionist and procastinator don't seem to go together very well. It could have something to do with my penchant for worrying.