Smoking...how I love you, how I hate you. I'm a non-smoker now, at least a 95% non-smoker. I have had a couple of nights of weakness, usually with this sultry redhead who I occasionally hang out with. It's a good excuse to get my smoke on.

Since my surgery back at the end of August, I've only smoked on three occasions, and they were very pleasant times indeed. The nice thing about not smoking for a while is that you get a killer buzz off of that first cigarette...it's like getting stoned except it only lasts for about 60 seconds, and you don't get the munchies.

Not smoking has had the unfortunate side effect of making my belly bigger. Lungs = happy, belly = unhappy.

I weigh 204 pounds as of this writing. I start my program tomorrow...I figure I'll get a jump on all those other New Year's resolutionists by starting before the new year. Tomorrow I'll be running on the treadmill. I'll let you know how that works out for me. I'm anticipating 10 minutes before I'm a) exhausted, or b) bored and want to stop.

I will go for half an hour though, I don't care if I'm tired, bored, or wishing I was dead.

Fun fact: I actually dozed off running on my treadmill once. My foot went through the wall and my wife thought I was dead. Good times.