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2004-01-17 
 

difficulty level - 3.5

This not smoking thing is driving me a bit crazy. First off, I did cheat this week on both Tuesday AND Wednesday evening by smoking four whole cigarettes. Then each evening, in an attempt to not cheat anymore, I ate a lot of food.

Thursday, I skipped the cheating, but kept on eating. Between the holidays and this non-smoking kick, there's been a lot of food lately. My waist, which I brought back down to a true 32 early last fall, is expanding again towards those 34 inch pants. Ugh. I'm trying to go for more walks when the nic fit hits, but it's been cold and drizzly and really not a tempting alternative.

Last night I snapped at G for a comment that seemed, at the time, to be trivializing my itchy legs. (a weird side effect I get from withdrawal)

I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

Back to the weight thing. M had sent along a lovely tape this Christmas that showed little e going from 0 to 4 years old, and unintentially also gave me a chance to see myself go from a loose and toned 31 inch waist to a not so toned, but admittedly happy, 33 inch. (Damn you half sizes!) I know that the reasons for this are twofold.

1. I'm in a happy relationship and not struggling to maintain the 3-4 times a week workout schedule anymore. (ha, try 3-4 times a year)

2. I'm with a a man who loves being in the kitchen. Muffins, banna bread, cookies, hearty stews, homemade fried chicken...yum! If it wasn't for the fact that we live in a city that keeps me walking every once in a while and that I chose to switch over to lighter lunches at work to help balance things out, I'd be well on my way to 35 or 36 inches by now.

I know my heritage and waist size vs. actual weight is a more accurate measure of how chub we're getting. (and I mean REAL waist size...not the waist size UNDER the spare tire) After I kick the smoking thing, and can actually tackle these SF hills again without wheezing, I'm going to try and get back into city hikes. On the other hand, why wait?

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