It occurred to me today that I am good. Feeling good. Good. Good goodity good. In fact I thought it time to give you a little update on all things quitting. Since, it turns out, I am the queen of quitting stuff this year. Including my 20 in 2011 list. It just didn’t seem relevant any more. I got to September looked at it and thought, who the HECK wrote that list!?

Not that it hasn’t been a productive year.

I quit my job {and was simultaneously fired, I think, probably} 

I quit sugar

I quit chewing my finger nails

I quit caffeine {for December at least!}

Quitty quitter, that’s me. And I couldn’t be happier for it. I found this week that a little bit of the things I’ve given up is ok. But not really a good thing. I ate a little more than recommended sugar wise. And it in turn made me desperately want more everything. I bit the littlest nail off my left hand, and went back for more on the right. I almost talked myself into buying just ONE small coffee. 

Turns out my parents were right. I’m from a long line of addicts and I have to watch myself. It makes me happy that I never got involved with drugs. Who knows where THAT would’ve ended up. 

Now, someone please tell me how does one get addicted to going to the gym and other such things? I’d love to know. Not once in my whole life was I prone to gym junkie’ness. More the regular junkie variety.