Posts Tagged ‘Quit Smoking’

So even though today started off looking like it was going to be a bad day, it ended up being a very good and very productive day. The Boyfriend drove Kaeidyn to school this morning, and ran and got some formula for Carter (since he’s finished an entire box!). Then around 10 AM, I woke up to go pick Kaeidyn up from school.

It’s been a gloomy rainy day all day. My favorite. So I grabbed an umbrella and walked my shivering ass to her school. She was so excited to walk home in the rain, and ran all the way home through every last puddle she could find. I discovered that I remembered much more about rainbows than I thought I did, as we walked past a puddle with an rainbow caused by oil in it.

I got home, and after much procrastination, decided to go do the dishes. Well after I got one load of dishes done, I suckered Kaeidyn and Kenzie into washing the cups and silverware. I love how good of a job they do, I’m always shocked that I only have to go back over a couple things.

I ended up getting almost all of the dishes done, finally sweeped and mopped the floor (which seriously needed it), and got some more laundry done. Now all that’s left to do before The Boyfriend goes back to work is vacuum the living room, clean the counters, clean the dining room and finish up even more laundry. Tonight, I have to fold clothes and put them away before we go to bed. But that shouldn’t take me long, especially being that I’ll probably sucker The Boyfriend into helping with that 😉

I need to start working out so bad. Almost everyday I find myself complaining about some part of my body. Of course, not often out loud. But I’m always thinking about it. Lately, it’s been all about my stomach and my feet. In the summer, I prided myself on my gorgeous feet. Now, I just want to keep them covered up all the time.

Prior to Carter, I had gotten to the point that the only thing that I didn’t like about my stomach was the stretch marks. Now, it’s the entire shape of it. It protrudes like I’m still pregnant, and I despise it.

I’ve been contemplating about cutting Sprite out of my diet, and switching to water. Problem is, I hate water, with a passion. But, I figure if I want things to change, I have to change them. I’m also thinking about trying to quit smoking again. I seem to be much more nervous and hesitant about it now though.

I was planning on barbecuing up dinner tonight, but then it had to rain all day. So I made these delicious pork chops in the oven, that literally simmered away in what I’m calling My Barbecue Butter Sauce, which is basically just garlic barbecue sauce, a lot of butter and every spice I have in my spice cupboard (which isn’t very many spices). It was delicious, especially on top of the Yorkshire Puddings.

I wish I liked more fruits and vegetables. Even if I was able to puree them up and then add them to sauces or whatever, but I seem to notice every little one. It sucks being such a picky eater sometimes.

Well, I guess that’s really all I have to write about today, but I guess more in the next couple of days here.

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We were doing so good
We were making such strides
We had kicked the addiction
We were changing our lives

I don’t want to whine, I really don’t. The Boyfriend and I agreed to a cheat day a couple days back, and bought a pack of smokes. We had both been complaining about wanting a smoke. As I’ve said, it seems harder to not smoke now than it did for the first three weeks. Our cheat pack lasted one day…

So then the next day, we bought another pack which only lasted a day. Today was a two pack day (that were bought, we’ve smoked one so far :() And seriously, I hate it. I want to go back to the way I felt when I wasn’t smoking. I’m still just considering it cheating.

The Boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch, and I said “I think starting Saturday, I’m not buying anymore smokes”, and he goes “Really?” as if he was disappointed. All along, I had thought that he was so upset that I had given in, and that he was loving the quitting. So I say “You want to keep smoking?!?!”,  and he goes “We’re chasing the wagon. I figure as long as we never go over a pack a day.”

It feels like crap. We were doing so very good. Those first three weeks, I was managing any possible cravings I had (put on 7″ in the process, but I blame that partially on quitting but more on breastfeeding), though it wasn’t for the smoke that I was having a craving. It was for the exhale. That’s always been my favourite part of smoking. Exhaling and watching the smoke blow out my mouth, feeling like all the problems are going with it. That, and I love the way I look exhaling 😉 It feels very french retro.

After the first three weeks, it seemed like at least once a day, everyday, I would be seriously craving a smoke. I’d start thinking about it, then I’d start talking about it. Then I started bumming a smoke or two a day off Alfie, and then came the day of the cheat pack…

It just makes me feel really hopeless about all the other goals that I had set for myself, and made me realize how many of those goals I’ve also given up on.

  • Doing dishes everyday.
    The Boyfriend had 3 days off, and I didn’t do more than what was needed for meals every night. So 5 plates, 5 forks, and whatever cookery we used for the meal.
  • Lifting my weight everyday
    I was doing awesome. I think I did a week and a half straight. Then The Boyfriend bought me the stability ball and resistance band (and the vacuum so I could put the stability ball on the floor without fear of it popping), and I haven’t lifted weights a day since. The Boyfriend’s been doing it on and off, even doing push ups and on the days that he doesn’t lift weights, he does 25 presses with Carter whose about 13 pounds.
  • Vacuuming everyday
    I’ve vacuumed twice. Both times were delightful experiences. I just haven’t had an ounce of energy to do it. The kids were doing really good keeping their toys downstairs for about a week, and it was easy to clean the living room then. Now, they’ve started bringing everything up here, and it’s just easier to leave it than clean it!

This week has been a week of disappointments. I had so many plans for this week, and I didn’t accomplish a single one of them. Even The Boyfriend, who works graveyards, and sleeps during the day, got more done than I did.

I had planned to go grocery shopping yesterday, but then we got busy around the house and so I said I would do it today. Today rolled around, and it was cold outside, so I’ve put it off for another day. I finally buckled and called my aunt for a ride downtown to drop all my paperwork off, even though my original plan was to walk down, take a bus back. But I guess I’m too much of a diva for that or something…

I wish it was just easy to become motivated, and be less lazy. You’d think that it would  be so simple. Just get off your butt. For some reason, for alot of reasons maybe, it just seems so hard! I feel very stumped, like I’ve hit a brick wall. I hope I figure something out, I think it’s time for another re-evaluation…

So question: Kenzie’s been out of control with the asking about games. I swear all I really heard from him today was “Can I play a game yet?”, and every single time it got whinier and whinier. At one point, I was sure that only dogs could hear the pitch he was reaching…

Saying “Wait” seemed to work for a better portion of the day. “Just wait a minute, Kenzie” and it would buy us about an hour of silence. Is it horrible to continually tell your kids to wait? It feels like it’s being mean, but “No” causes a horrendous fit, giving in means he’s on the games all day long, wait buys time in between the ever annoying question.

Well time to feed the baby…

Today has been an incredibly long day. The poor Boyfriend is exhausted and I feel so bad for him, because even though he had last night off, he had to go back to work today.

We decided today would be the perfect day to do some cleaning. Really, he did all the cleaning, I just kind of paced. So he took no nap because he was hard at work doing a variety of things. Like sweeping the floor (which I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do), he tidied up the storage room (which hasn’t been touched in months, and has become a catch-all for junk), took all the bags of bottles (from the 2 bottles of Sprite I go through a day), downstairs so they were out of the way  and even took apart the futon so we could get the kids on the big mattress instead of the small mattress.

I did some dishes today, and made a delicious and classic Sunday dinner. We had roast beef, yorkshire puddings, mashed potatoes, roasted potatoes and gravy. Unfortunately there was no corn, but I was filled after one plate and only Kaeidyn asked for more meat.

Kenzie hasn’t been feeling very good since yesterday when he puked. He spent most of yesterday sleeping, and then spent the daytime today playing games or watching TV, and then fell asleep shortly after dinnertime. He’s been completely asleep ever since.

So, I was watching The Golden Globes and you would not believe what happened. I literally was so excited. Jim Parsons from The Big Bang Theory (my current favourite comedy on TV), and Lauren Graham from Gilmore Girls (my second favourite show of all time, coming second only to ER), presented an award together.

Jim Parsons and Lauren Graham

I have to admit that I have a huge crush on Jim Parsons, also known as Sheldon Cooper. At first I thought it was just a crush on his character, but then I went on YouTube and watched a few hours worth of interviews with him, and then seeing him on Rachael Ray and Ellen (the only thing that’s on at 4 and 6 when I’m most likely to be watching TV), I think he is so sexy in this totally different way.

Lauren Graham is just plain amazing. I watched her way back when she was on Newsradio, and then I started watching Gilmore Girls the very first time it was ever played. And then I watched it throughout the whole seven seasons (I took a hiatus sometime during 2001 or 2002, though caught up…), plus I watched it when it started from the beginning and carried through on the W Network, and now we’re working on building my DVD collection, and have the first and second season and are expanding as quickly as I can.

So I was so happy to see that two of my favourite people presented an award together. Right away, The Boyfriend and I were going off about them being in a romantic comedy together. Though I still don’t know if I could ever see Sheldon Cooper with another human being in an intimate sense, let alone a woman. And if it is going to be a woman, it should be me, and Lauren Graham can wait her turn.

I’m really hoping tomorrow I’ll have more energy than I did today. Today, I was craving a smoke so bad. I don’t even know why. It seems the more time that goes by, the more I miss smoking. I miss having the excuse, I miss having the routine. “I’ll make dinner after this smoke”, “Oh, dinner is done. Time for a smoke”, I miss that. I miss taking a bath and The Boyfriend having to bring me down a smoke, it was a reason for him to come in while I was soaking. Now, there’s no reason, so he doesn’t. So today I pretty much sat curled up in a chair, whining about wanting a smoke.

Well Kaeidyn’s got school tomorrow, and we’ve gotta get up early so that she can take a bath in the morning. Hopefully my sketchiness will be under control enough tonight, that I’ll just fall straight to sleep. Doors locked, check. Light on, check. Now it’s just a matter of not thinking about anything morbid. Wish me luck 😉

Well today was a day to say the least. It felt incredibly long, mostly stressful and a tiny bit exhausting. Even though it was a “No School Day”, (which I swears happens more now than it did when I was in school) the kids were still up at 7:30 this morning. I always hate that, because I wish they would sleep in so bad on days off. Even just until 9 or something. So even though The Boyfriend said he’d wake up with the kids, Carter had woken up and I just chose to get out of bed instead of feeding him until he went back to sleep.

Around noon The Boyfriend went to bed, and Alfie came over shortly after that. The Boyfriend has issues with Alfie, just as Alfie has issues with The Boyfriend, and each of them have justifiable rights to their issues. After The Boyfriend and I’s talk about things last night, we both agreed that it would be best if Alfie had two days a week where he didn’t come over. He used to stay home at least two days a week, but that was also back when he was taking the kids on weekends. He hasn’t done that in a long time.

I’m not 100% sure why, as I often don’t understand Alfie, but he didn’t like this idea of lessening to 5 days a week, as opposed to 7. Threw a mini hissy fit, that I basically ignored. I hate it though, because he can make me feel like I’m taking the kids away from him, even when I’m just setting routine-type rules. Are there any other people who have kids with a guy that you were never married to, and aren’t with anymore, that comes over to your house every single day of the week? Alfie’s response to that, when I said that it’s not normal to have him here everyday of the week, was that it’s not normal to date and have a kid with his friend. I think in comparison, dating your exes friend is a lot more normal than visiting your ex whose with your friend daily!!!

After our mini disagreement, I decided I wanted to go for a nap. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep a wink. I laid there wide awake for 3 1/2 hours. The Boyfriend was curled up behind me, sleeping away, and Carter was curled right into me, sleeping away. I was laying in the middle very frustrated that I couldn’t seem to sleep. It didn’t help that the three terrors were upstairs jumping off the furniture and that’s all you could hear downstairs.

I woke up and did dishes, which made all three of the kids unhappy, because I wouldn’t let them help. I was very much not in the mood to do dishes at all, but I’ve already skipped a couple days of doing dishes here and there, and I hate that I can’t complete such a simple goal. I’ve been kicking my butt hard about some of these things.

I’ve been trying so hard to get all my goals written out, and you would not believe how hard it is. I keep making these very broad statements about what I want, and I don’t think about the little steps it takes there. My big goal since quitting smoking is to “Get Healthy”. Unfortunately for me, it’s not as simple as just getting healthy. There’s a whole bunch of steps to being healthy, such as eating properly and being physically active. Of course, that just raises more questions than it answers when I haven’t, in my entire life, really been healthy. I don’t know where to begin or where to go from there.

Another goal, “Get your life under control”, that’s a really broad one. There are a thousand goals within that one goal, from creating a routine and sticking to it, to paying off debts, to being more of the mother that I want to be. It’s really difficult to narrow it down into manageable steps. Of course, there’s almost no good places to go for the manageable steps to these goals. It’s to each persons requirements and specifications. To each their own. I don’t know what it’s like to have a life that’s under control, how am I supposed to know what types of steps I need to take to do these things?

The Boyfriend and I have officially opened a can of worms that will not shut. I haven’t yet decided if I like this open can of worms or not, but since our little talk yesterday, it feels like that’s all we’ve been doing. He’s constantly seeking reassurance that I’m not going to break up with him (which is ironic, because I was sure he was going to break up with me). We discovered in all our back and forth rantings that we are stuck in a vicious circle, and it might just end up being this way for the rest of our lives. Maybe this is the vicious circle that all young parents go through, because Alfie and I went through much of the same thing. Except for about 100 times worse.

In the beginning of The Boyfriend and I’s relationship, I made some serious mistakes that will forever affect the course of our relationship. He was the amazing boyfriend and I was the crappy girlfriend. We pushed through that. Now, according to him more than me, he’s the crappy boyfriend and I’m the amazing girlfriend. We’re just getting even. I figure it’ll level out in about 6 months, we’ll spend the next 6 months or so on an even level, where neither of us is good or bad, but instead we’re both just blissful. Then about 3 or 4 months later, we’ll start being crappy girlfriends and boyfriends again.

But the kids fell asleep in my bed, and I’m officially tired, so now it is time for me to move Kaeidyn, Kenzie and Keirnan from one bed to another. and crawl into bed with my grumpy Carter where I will drift off into a peaceful sleep *fingers crossed*.

Carter has been sweating all day in our abnormally hot house, and so the rolls under his neck have accumulated some interesting things today, some black lint, a ton of my hair and sparkles – not sure where they came from, but they’re there now!

Today has been a relatively unproductive day, with the exclusion of my workout. I’ve barely been on the computer at all today, except for watching a few videos on eHow (I’m trying to learn to belly dance) this morning. I washed a half a load of dishes, still have a sink full left. I did one load of laundry (though didn’t fold or put away a single thing yet). I didn’t even have to make dinner or lunch today!! Lesson: Sometimes complaining pays off 😉

I started taking my calcium supplement today. I was supposed to start around the same time that I started Depo. I’ve done the birth control (and hated it), I don’t want to do an IUD, and all the other methods like the Nuva-Ring and the patch, are too new for me to feel comfortable with. Depo seemed like a good option simply due to the fact that I take it once every three months and my doctor’s office will call me when I’m due for my next shot.

The only problem with Depo, is that it promotes bone loss. I don’t drink milk (unless it’s a part of my cereal or ice cream, which are things that I only eat 3 or 4 times a year), so my doctor only prescribed Depo with my agreement to start calcium supplements. This is not my first time either. When I was pregnant with Kaeidyn, I also did calcium supplements for awhile.

This time we got these calcium soft chews, chocolate ones. I’m not much of a fan of chocolate, so that’s kind of a turn off. But if it will help prevent osteoporosis, I’ll give it a good try. Maybe it’ll help with alot of the problems that I’m already having with my joints!!

So a month or so into this no smoking thing, and I’m officially sick of not smoking. The first few days was fine for cravings, I’ll even go so far as to say the first three weeks were fine. This last week has been incredibly difficult. My stress levels are through the roof and a smoke would be nice. I’m trying my best to keep it together though…

Well I’ve got ten minutes to get this posted before it’s officially tomorrow and I fail my NaBloPoMo Challenge. So I’m gonna get this up and running and I’ll write again tomorrow!

This is one of the things that I absolutely love about blogging or journalling. My mind goes completely wild and I can’t stop thinking. I think a thousand things. It’s even better now than it used to be.

When I was going through all the depression in my last blog, or when I used to journal, my thoughts would often keep me up at night. I’d be thinking of all the things I wanted to do, all the things I hadn’t done, blah… Now that I’ve got the depression under control to a larger degree, I’m actually still able to sleep even though my mind is running all over the place.

I signed up for Probloggers “31 Days to Build a Better Blog Challenge“, and while I haven’t begun any of the tasks yet, I have been reading the heck out of as many as articles as I can in my day. From doing that, not only am I coming up with a bunch of ideas for this blog and The Other Rantings, but I’m also coming up with a million and one questions.

I also, as some of you may know, have signed up for NaBloPoMo, so starting January 1st (or at least that’s the plan so far), I’m gonna be blogging everday and completing taks on the Problogger Challenge. The other thing that I’m wanting to do, because I think it will just activate my creativity that much more, is participating in Memes. I’m still learning more about these, so I don’t want to set this one in stone or anything. I’ve only read a little bit about these and only had time to look into a couple of them, but it sounds like something fun and that would give me motivation to keep coming back to this blog.

All of this is part of one of my goals. I don’t necessarily desire to make money or claim fame through my blog (though it would be an added bonus), but I do think that I have something of value to say and I hope that people want to read what I have to say. I’m jealous of all these other bloggers who have dedicated readers and fans/followers and I want a piece of that pie.

It’s also more of a personal thing for me too. I used to journal every single day, without even meaning to. It was just that I always had something to say and I’ve always been better at expressing myself by writing than I ever have been verbally. My Mom used to always tell me, as a kid, to think before I spoke. Writing gives me the opportunity to think things over, and then I can re-read it before I let anyone else hear or see it. I don’t know exactly what I stopped writing, but I miss it. I feel like I need to write to be happy and I have the desire to do it everday and share it with the world.

I made myself a Time Inventory sheet today. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to track all my activities (to the best of my ability), so that I can take stock of what I spend my day doing and what types of patterns I tend to follow. Again all part of a much bigger goal. I want to create a schedule or general outline of how each day of the week will go. When The Boyfriend will sleep if he ends up staying on graveyards, when and what days the kids will be taking baths, what cleaning needs to be done and when, my computer time. To be able to complete alot of the other goals that I have in life, I need to create some sort of timeline of events, so to speak, so that I stay motivated. Or at least that’s the hope of it all…

I’m excited about the New Year, I really am. Quitting smoking was one of the best things ever. Both The Boyfriend and I have officially cheated, and even though we weren’t with each other, oddly it was on the same day. We each had one smoke, him in the morning before he left work and I had mine in the middle of the afternoon when he was sleeping. I hated every second of it. My tongue kept tingling and my throat automatically hurt. Even though mine was a menthol (and I normally don’t hate the taste), it just tasted weird. It didn’t taste at all like I remember smoking tasting. Today, Alfie was smoking next to me, and the smell was literally burning my nostrils. It just gets grosser and grosser as time goes by.

I feel like without smoking, I can accomplish so much more. Now the only thing that needs to change about life is The Boyfriend’s work schedule and my cleaning schedule. Without smoking, I already feel healthier, so taking care of my health is naturally becoming easier. I’m pretty sure that once I start stretching, my body will start feeling better. I blame smoking alot for my lack of motivation over the years, and therefore my lack of… well, movement!

The Boyfriend bought me a 5 lb dumbell, so I’ve been lifting that everyday. To the average person, that’s probably a pretty light weight. To me, it feels so heavy and I struggle to lift it more than 6 or 7 times. My main move right now is 10 bicep curls, but this is mostly just screwing around. Once we’re into the New Years, and I start working on all my other goals, I plan to start “working out” on a regular basis with a regular routine.

I can’t believe I haven’t even talked about this yet!! My kids finally made it home. They got back last night, and we opened our gifts as soon as they got home. We had a pizza night which the kids loved, especially being that they each got their own can of Iced Tea. It was a really good first night back, I almost forgot how noisy 4 kids in 1 room can be!!

Today was also a pretty successful day with the kids. Kaeidyn helped out alot with Carter today, which was really good when it came to dinner time and the pre-dinner dishes. Kenzie did good not playing a ton of games today, so that also made me happy. Keirnan is going through this squealy, whiny thing right now, so that tends to be a little stressful, and I try my best to calmly tell him to quiet down. He normally just replies with a “No”, but I’m hoping eventually he’ll just listen.

I’m hoping tomorrow, I’ll have as much energy as I seem to have right now. Prior to getting on the computer, I was feeling tired and burnt out. Now that I’m here, I feel energetic and hyper. Again, I think it’s just that my mind starts racing when I can type it all out. Which I can do at approximately 120 wpm, so that tells you how fast my thoughts are going…

Does anyone else blog or journal everyday? What’s your reason?

Pictures of Family

Merry Christmas

Well, three out of four of the kids, officially leave today. At 2:50 PM, their step-grandma will be here to pick them up and whisk them off to the bus station, where they’ll be on a bus with Alfie and his brother out to Fort Saskatchewan. In this weather, the bus ride to Edmonton will probably be at least 2 hours. Then if “Nanana” (what the kids call Alfie’s Mom)  drives back to Fort Sasketchewan this could be the longest car trip they’ve ever been on.

I told Kaeidyn she had to call me as soon as they got to Nanana’s, luckily she’s learnt her phone number and recited it to me today without pause. She’s been working on the phone number for about a month, and she’s been doing pretty good. The 403 was easy for her and so was the 755, the last four numbers were taking her quite a long time though. She’d get them all in there, but jumbled up. Today, she just spurted it all out. I’m hoping she’ll still remember after her trip, because it makes her feel good when she gets to dial the number. I’m gonna have to remind Alfie that she gets to dial…

So since everyone but The Boyfriend, Carter and I are leaving, as well as the fact that The Boyfriend works Christmas Eve night and Christmas Day night, my plans for Christmas are non-existent. I guess for the most part, I’ll probably sleep. Which will be nice since we’ve all suffered a bit of a 24 hour cold/flu.

I was thinking a little bit this morning about New Years’ Resolutions. Now I’m not one to normally make New Years’ Resolutions, as I’m not usually very motivated to do much of anything. Recently though, The Boyfriend and I both quit smoking. I had been smoking since meeting Alfie, six years ago. I’ve never had the desire to quit, but a couple weeks ago, we had no transportation and the store wouldn’t take the change that we had. We had no choice but to go without smokes. It was suprisingly easier than I had thought.

After going the whole day without smokes, I said that we would just stay quit. We’ve been going off forever about how much money we would save if we quit smoking ($300 a week – don’t ask me how we were spending that much. And definetely don’t ask me how we were spending that much and still affording to pay rent and get groceries, because I seriously don’t know. On paper, it doesn’t work out…), and in the two and a half weeks that we’ve been done for, we’ve saved a pretty penny. Though the only way it’s really noticeable to us is that we still have $20 that normally would be gone, and today would be a day of panic.

So since I view myself as “done smoking”, I figure I had some sort of motivation for doing that. Then this morning, Kaeidyn and I were talking about what was happening with them going out of town and what I would do while they were gone. I told her I’d probably sleep and clean and that when she got home from Nanana’s, she’d have to help me keep the kitchen clean (as that’s the hardest part, next to laundry, for me to keep clean). That started me thinking about all the things I want to do in the New Year.

I’ve always said, if I quit smoking, I’d have a reason to start caring about my health. As long as I was smoking, there was no point to worry about my health, because any problems that I might of had, would be to some degree, a result of the smoking. Now that I consider myself “done smoking”, I can start caring about my health, because there’s a point.

Now while I don’t think I need to lose any weight whatsoever, I would like to tone what I do have. Again, don’t ask me how, but after four kids and having my last one only two months ago (tomorrow is Carter’s “birthday”), I only weigh 136 lbs and I still fit into my size 7 jeans (not that I wear them that often, because I choose comfort over style – for now…). Some days are better than others too. Like today is a good look day, after having my sickness all day yesterday, and not being able to eat anything more than a piece of toast, my stomach is all flat today. That’s what I want, I want a flat stomach and strong arms – my arms being the absolute weakest part on my body. Kaeidyn and Kenzie can lift heavier things than I can!

This is my big issue though. I don’t want to start exercising as long as my eating is as bad as it is. I’m a junk-food junkie. I love things that are deep-fried, and not even good for you things. My freezer is normally more loaded than my fridge, and alot of it isn’t exactly the healthiest stuff in the world. The only vegetable I eat on a regular basis is canned corn. I eat fruits maybe once a year, and I only drink milk when it’s added into other things, like cereal or ice cream, and even then, I eat those things maybe three times a year. I feel like if I exercised with what I ate now, my whole body would become exhausted, and I would probably get dehydrated. Especially when you take into account that the only beverage I drink is Sprite, and prior to that the only beverage I drank was Pepsi – for the last six years…

I want to start with one and then go to the other. I don’t want to start eating healthier and being more active all at the same time. Especially after just quitting smoking. In my head, I could totally do it. In reality, I’d probably end up in the hospital. So now I have to figure out how to work it. It will probably be an After New Years Resolution. Anyone else have After New Years Resolutions?

My only New Years Resolution, and this is only so far, this could easily change, is that I want to start blogging everyday. When I first started thinking about beginning to blog again, I roamed the internet looking at other people’s blogs to see what kind of content they were putting on it. Then in one of my Google searches, I stumbled across National Blog Posting Month:

National Blog Posting Month is the epicenter of daily blogging! People who want to set the habit of blogging by doing it every day for a month, including weekends, can come here for moral support, inspiration, and the camaraderie that only marathon blogging can provide.

So I’ve signed up, and my New Years Resolution is to start blogging everday for a month starting January 1st – and then if I can do the first month, I want to extend it to every month. I wonder if that would be cool or annoying, from both mine and the readers perspective. My other New Years Resolution is to do my dishes once a day, everday! I’ll definetely keep you updated on how it all goes!