Closing In

Getting very close...inch by inch.

 

 

I can feel my body telling me that smoking time is drawing to a close.  Just about there.  It's one of those things where the action no longer serves it's purpose, so it's likely to change soon.

 

Along with that, I have a strong desire to run a marathon.

 

 

HA!  Had you going for a second there, didn't I?   So NOT running a marathon...

 

 

 

But here's the thing...new job, new body.  Can't help it, it's just happening.  At my old job, I was at my desk a lot.  At my new job, I'm at my desk.....MORE. 

 

 

Woooo! 

 

 

 

 

I mean, "Crap".

 

 

 

 

Every inch of my body can feel the "sitting around", because we're not terribly busy at the moment, so we quite literally Sit Around.  A Lot.  I'm all crinked up like a ball of paper. and my Everything hurts.  On my breaks, I crave movement much more than nicotine.  (Listen to your bodies, people...I think that a lot of people who have aches and pains a lot of the time, have them because of lack of movement.  There are things for which you take a pill, and things for which you take a walk.  I'm just sayin'.).

 

So, I might accidentally quit smoking.  If I keep replacing my lunch time with a stroll around the parking ramp, it could happen.  I mean....you know...don't carve that in stone or anything...