I don't have an addictive personality. I know this because I've had plenty (puuuuuuh-lennnnnty) of opportunity to become addicted to any number of things. During college I smoked cigarettes during finals to relieve stress, but it never "took". I had my first alcoholic drink as a freshman in college and, try as I might, I never became one of those affable drunks you see on the street with the tin cups and the witty cardboard signs. I've been to Vegas and, while I flirted with the idea of becoming addicted to the Cirque de Soleil shows, the gambling itself was never so alluring that I couldn't stop. And while at one time I also thought my blogging habit might become my first addiction I think we both know we can quite safely rule that out (ahem).
The closest I've come to a true addiction was my Starbucks habit. Looking back I can't even believe my behavior. I could have fed a third world country (or at least my children) for a month on the capital I spent at that place a week. But that, friends, is a post for another day.
Today I want to talk about the addiction I am trying to foster in myself. I've decided to become one of those work-out addicts. You know those women who run, jump, lift and sweat EVERY day. I have an old copy of Jillian Michael's 30 day Shred. I am trying to become addicted to it. So far, I've just been looking at it in kind of a surprised manner. Like, "what are YOU doing HERE in my house." Any day now I am going to actually put it into the DVD player and actually watch it.
I'll let you know.