151. Now that's a number I haven't heard in a long time. A long time. I swear I heard Ben Kenobi's voice in my head when I stepped on the scale this morning before my shower. While I don't think that's an accurate number, it was nice to see. I've been flirting with 160 for too long now. You're really not supposed to weigh yourself everyday because of variations in water weight, etc... I still do, just to see if I ever magically lost like 15 pounds over night. That would totally rule. Not as much as waking up and finding a suitcase with $50,000 in it next to me in the morning, but close.

And an update on the whole smoking thing... uh, I was supposed to quit on Monday. I freaked my shit out on Tuesday and bought a pack, had it all smoked by Wednesday night, and then quit again Thursday morning. Did ok until Saturday, when again, I freaked out and bought a pack. Those were gone by Sunday night, and I started this week (monday morning) smoke free. [breaths in] [starts coughing] Here's to a week of hopefully no freaking out of any shit.