Well, what is much?

My first official blog of the year.

I'm going to pull a "Bridget Jones" on you and tell you that my New Year's resolutions were to quit smoking and lose weight. It has been 15 days without a cigarrete. But if I can be honest, I took a drag out of my friend's cigarrete today and didn't get the same feeling as before. We went out to TGI Friday's (our waiter was gorgeous) and normally on an outing like today I would go through, at least, half a pack. And today, ZERO! I guess that's a good thing, because one of my friends told me that I wouldn't last through the first "going-out" thing without a smoke. I'm glad to prove her wrong. But I also liked to be challenged and to prove people what I can do, so it probably has something to do with it too.

As far as the losing weight, I was actually on a diet before the year ended and I have dropped already 8 pounds. Now I won't say exactly how much weight I have to lose, because my friends say I'm crazy when I tell them that's how much weight I want to lose. I'm 5'7", and they think that with my goal weight I will look way to thin. I'll stop when I feel comfortable with myself, though. I will keep you updated with the weight-loss/smoking thing.

On another note, I GOT A JOB! A new job that is. I'm going to be head fundraising event planner for a foundation that helps abandoned girls. I am really looking forward to it. But if I can be honest, it scares me a bit. It's a lot of work this fundraising deal. Event planning is a lot of work. Put them together and you have a shit-load of work ahead of you. Not only that, I don't plan to leave my job at the tutoring center, so that will take my afternoons. And I am starting a second career on February 1st. So I'm starting school again. Is that too much of my time? Probably, but I will try to make it through.

On a not-so-happy note, I was decently diagnosed with depression after I went to get a check up for my spastic colon. How from one thing came to the other? I can only blame it on my big mouth and my overactive tear ducts. I was talking with my doctor and I started crying, I told him that I was having trouble sleeping, that I forgot important stuff, that I didn't want to get off the bed because there was nothing for me out there to get out of bed for, and so on and so forth. But I'm under antidepressants. I've been taking my pills for over a week, and I am feeling much better. I've felt better today than I've had in years to tell you the truth. But my doctor advised me to go to a Psychiatrist friend of his to help me work out some of the issues I have. I haven't made the appointment yet but I will.

Did I tell you about the gorgeous waiter at Friday's today? lol