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I am back in Austin. shhh. I don't want the whole world to know this fact. I kind of like this being in seclusion thing. Sadly, I'm sure that for the while that I've been gone from the land of the living, I was probably not missed. But whatever, I'm back and I'm ready to live properly now.
Little tidbit for you guys....when your new year's resolutions don't work, get gallbladderpancreatitis or something painful , but not life altering. It'll get you to remember how bad the things you do to yourself really are. Bad enough for you to resolve to quit them in the new year. Bad enough that you might have to get surgery because you didn't follow through.
I resolved to quit smoking. Exercise more. Lose weight. Stop eating bad food. yadayada. Apparently, I should have followed through with this stuff sooner and God sent me a little reminder of what i promised to do. He sent me a gallbladder full of stones. And just so I really wouldn't fudge about my plans, he infected my pancreas as well. Geez, I get it. I really do. It only took two surgeries and three scars, but I swear...I get it.
And I went home to Houston for a little while. I needed that extra bit of breathing room, you know. I've got a lung full of fresh air and a clearer head. I"ve dropped a few pounds here and there..no, you can leave them where they are thank you. I won't be needing them. I still hate my job, but that's why I spent this whole time working on a new resume to be sent out this week. I haven't picked up a cigarette in two weeks and I don't think I will for a while. Hamburgers, fried chicken, anything greasy fizzy salty creamy crunchy tasty...it all scares my dramatically now. I'm giving it up so that one day, I can say, i gave it up for good.
I'm on the rebound from a relationship with a not so fantastic life. I'm trying to be a better person, inside and out. Will it all last? Let's cross out fingers, shall we?
-the end-
Little tidbit for you guys....when your new year's resolutions don't work, get gallbladderpancreatitis or something painful , but not life altering. It'll get you to remember how bad the things you do to yourself really are. Bad enough for you to resolve to quit them in the new year. Bad enough that you might have to get surgery because you didn't follow through.
I resolved to quit smoking. Exercise more. Lose weight. Stop eating bad food. yadayada. Apparently, I should have followed through with this stuff sooner and God sent me a little reminder of what i promised to do. He sent me a gallbladder full of stones. And just so I really wouldn't fudge about my plans, he infected my pancreas as well. Geez, I get it. I really do. It only took two surgeries and three scars, but I swear...I get it.
And I went home to Houston for a little while. I needed that extra bit of breathing room, you know. I've got a lung full of fresh air and a clearer head. I"ve dropped a few pounds here and there..no, you can leave them where they are thank you. I won't be needing them. I still hate my job, but that's why I spent this whole time working on a new resume to be sent out this week. I haven't picked up a cigarette in two weeks and I don't think I will for a while. Hamburgers, fried chicken, anything greasy fizzy salty creamy crunchy tasty...it all scares my dramatically now. I'm giving it up so that one day, I can say, i gave it up for good.
I'm on the rebound from a relationship with a not so fantastic life. I'm trying to be a better person, inside and out. Will it all last? Let's cross out fingers, shall we?
-the end-