Smoking. It does funky things to you. Not just your body, but the mental as well. It's sooo hard at night when all of my roommates are at home and filling the house with that wonderful smell that is cigarette smoke. Now, some of you may be thinking, "eew gross," and I whole heartedly agree. But when your mental has been messed with to the point of addiction... it smells good. So I've cheated. When left by myself, I'm fine. I don't smoke. But when they're all home and smoking... gah. That and drinking. How in the 7 circles of hell (I know there's no hell, but I've got Dante on the brain) does one go drinking without the added smoke breaks?! The two go hand in hand like Luke and Lorelai, Piper and Leo, green eggs and ham, peanut butter and honey, reading and coffee, caffeine and oxygen!! Seriously!! Now I want a cup of coffee...

Another thing in my resolutions list is losing weight. I am proud to say that I've lost a pound and I started my workout regime 2 days ago!! I think I deserve a large WOOT! I've even abated my cravings for chocolate and meditated through them. By the end of my weight loss I'm going to be the best meditated pagan in the US of A.
My book... yeah. Writers block is taking over. I plan on doing a ritual to erase that, but I've got a few more on my plate to do and the book isn't really a priority. Like vital to my well-being like quitting smoking and losing weight.
I'll admit here. I need help being a better pagan. Lately I haven't felt as connected as I usually do and I don't know why. I'm just in a funk. I need to de-funkify my life. Help?
Now, to top things off, I'm going to add a picture of a smoker's lung to gross myself out. Warning. Grossness prevails. Avert your eyes. Eew.

Not that the healthy lung is any better looking... but still.