Does the quest for self-improvement ever end? Do we not continually strive for more? A better job, more money, a bigger house, a better vacation? Do we not want more for our children then we had as a child? Better education, better communication and social skills? Do we not continually strive for that last few pounds, a better hairstyle, a better marriage, more knowledge?

I've thrown the idea out to the CK world a few times. I hate my job. I've made no secret of it; yes, I'm grateful to have a job with the state that the economy is in, let alone a well paid job with decent benefits. But...do we not continually strive for improvement? Is is wrong to want to have a decent job, with benefits, that I look forward too?

I've lost most the weight (still have the last few pounds to go...sigh), improved my health enormously with exercise (which I LOVE), spruced up my wardrobe and invested in skin care and a surgical enhancement (I don't care what you think of plastic surgery, it's so worth it!!)

Let's work on improving the mental state. Monday's suck, why? Cus after a wonderful weekend of self-fulfillment, I have to return to the dungeon to which I've sold my soul. Let's fix it. Let's reclaim my soul. Rick's tired of my whining anyway.

I'm going back to school! I don't know what I'm striving for just yet; but I know, just like losing weight, I'll figure it out along the way. I like to write, so maybe a degree in journalism? I like fitness and nutrition, maybe a minor in those areas? I'd like to experiment in writing novels. I'd like to earn a living writing articles about fitness and nutrition. I wouldn't mind entertaining the idea of a personal trainer. Not the buff and tough trainers available by the mass volumes. Why not a trainer who's been though it? A trainer with a touch of realism? No, I won't be Jillian Michaels. I'll be me.

I don't know yet what direction this will take me; but it's a direction. It will take time, at least four years or more, and money. Money always has a part in improving ones self. My loving husband says "No way, it's not possible, it won't happen, give it up..." hmmm... where have I heard that before? I know!! It was about 80 pounds ago.