Yesterday I woke up bright and early and took my dog, Talon, for his .64 mile morning walk. It was a surprisingly brisk walk. Talon was more interested in jogging than sniffing. I swear I saw a huge grin on his cute little face as he skipped through the grass. After the refreshing walk I decided to treat myself to a brunch consisting of nutella crepes topped with whip cream and strawberries, eggs, bacon, sausages and hash browns. Yum!!! I was celebrating almost three weeks of not smoking. It will be officially three weeks tomorrow, Tuesday. I know the breakfast wasn't a very healthy choice but when celebrating a personal milestone one should not begrudge oneself a little pleasure. To make up for the decadent meal I bought a weight scale, right after. I haven't owned an accurate scale in years. I had one that was passed down to me by an Aunt but I was very dubious as to it's accuracy. The pain I felt when I saw my weight in bold digital numbers was mind numbing. I decided to relax for a bit and read a book. I read for a few hours and then took Talon out for his .64 mile evening walk. After the walk I dropped him off at home and went for my jog/walk. I was very proud of myself. I jogged farther than I did the previous night. My goal is to jog the full .64 mile and then up my goal from there. So, that was my day of pleasure and pain.