Step #1: Peace out, Wheezy.

As much as it kills me to utter that word, it's true. I honestly have to catch my breath after I walk up a flight of stairs. This coming from the girl that hid cigarettes from her father in hope that he would quit. Good job, Mrs. Hypocrite.

Anyway, it dawned on me that pretty consistently I feel like shit and probably a little older than 21 years of age. There's plenty of things I can change but I don't plan on any of that happening until step #1 is complete.

Anti smoking commercials and people that throw that fake cough while smokers are outside smoking will always make me want to gag, and I'll never become insanely annoying about it like that. It's a lifestyle decision...just like your horrible choice of hair cut. Only this one is starting to affect me a bit more and I can't be departing the world due to lung cancer. Not my style.

I think that blogging about the journey to a new and healthier muah will give me the extra kick in the ass that I need to really keep up with it.

That being said, this is day #1 and I have a wicked headache.