It is only five days away until I turn 28 already. I haven't really thought much about how in only two years I am going to be 30. It doesn't really bother me right now. I am more amazed at how close I am to 30 than anything, especially since I had got mono so bad when I was seventeen it could have killed me. Every year on December 6th I sit and reflect on the fact that I am lucky to have made it another year.
Even though I am very lucky, I still always have to have a vice of some sort that is not good for me. I have an addictive personality on top of everything else. For instance, I started smoking again. I know, I know, it's a disgusting habit but I don't smoke much during the day, about four a day. Sometimes if I am having a stressful day I'll smoke a couple more, but I try really hard not to smoke the least amount my nerves will afford me in a day.
I don't drink much at all and there are very few vices left that do not cause some sort of harm to you. Exercise would be a better alternative to handle stress, and I do have a video and a dvd to help me get a good workout in a short amount of time (I stay at home with the baby every day), but in the winter I tend to get lazy. I really should start working out soon, though at the moment I just don't have any motivation.
My kid is a meatloaf so lifting her during the day has really made my biceps and legs pretty strong. Maybe I'll integrate using my kid instead of weights like I used to do when she was easier to pick up. She gets a good kick out of it anyway, so it's win-win.