Well, this is big, but I had a revelation when I came out of the Spaulding exit of the Blue Line L stop today. I walked up teh stairs and was out of breath. Not panting and gasping for air... but still a bit winded. To me that's not normal. At 24 I should be able to go up a flight of stairs without being winded.
Monday starts a new week in the advertising world. The broadcast calendar starts on a Monday... not a Sunday, like you weirdos in the real world. Also, the month of June starts on May 29... but that's for another time.
This week I'm quitting smoking. And I'm holding myself to it this time. It's going to be difficult and painful and hard to stick to. And I'm really going to want to smoke. But, this has gone on long enough.
I realized the other day that given my family's medical history, I can't rely on good genes to keep me healthy. I've got an uphill battle ahead of me, but I'm not a rebelious 17 year old anymore. I'm a 24 year old who can't go up a flight of stairs without thinking he's going to pass out.