No one Likes a quitter!

 Evening Party People.

    As I write this week's blog entry, it's 10 AM on a Sunday. I'm not sure if I had a productive day or if I should have just enjoyed my time. I found I spent a part of my day worrying about my day job. Every time I do I think about how I use my day job as a distraction (or  form of resistance) that keeps me from creating. I'm getting better at catching myself when I do so, however that doesn't change the position I find myself in. Ah Covid, when will you stop bringing out the worst in us all?

    On a more positive note, my Onnit Kettle bell came in last week and this was the first week I used it! That's right, 5 out of 7 days I was swinging this thing around in the studio working up a sweat and dragging my heart rate kicking and screaming into the far burning zone! I count this week as a success on that front of my plan. I gave myself a good example of how I feel after I workout. I used to feel this way when I had a gym membership but that was a while back. It feels good to feel good again. Now I need to keep this same pace for one more week before I add any new aspect to these workouts. The art of encouraging one's self without enabling it is a tricky balance. The only way I've been able to tell is by being brutally honest on how I feel about myself.

    Now on to why I named this week's entry the way I did. I'm quitting smoking once again. Or I'm going off my break of the last time I quit. Either way you put it, I'm requiting smoking..? I had quit for a year and then I started falling off the wagon around the time of the first lockdown. I had gone back to a pack a day for about three weeks now, before that I was buying a bunch of the Prime Time single smokes with the fruit flavors on the filter. If you're not sure which one's those are, they're the cigs you would give to a kid. Either way, I've been smoking and I don't want to. Why? The short answer is 85. That's the age I want to make it to. 

    I turn 45 in December and I'm starting to doubt the amount of time I have left on this world. My Father died when he was in his 50's and now, more than ever, I'm getting closer and closer to the day I say, I'm older than my father was. All I know is I want my time hear to mean something, I want what I've always wanted. To be a part of the Human Story and be a part that made this world a little better than how I found it. 

    This plan that I've started to take that big step is getting closer and closer. With every word I write, for every workout I do. I'm trusting myself just a little bit more and more. It's like giving myself an affirmation that's more than just lip service.

    I should have a new podcast up by tomorrow afternoon, if you haven't already, please check out the podcast and subscribe to it wherever you listen to podcasts.

    Till next time Party People, keep on a Chooglin!