For all my waxing eloquent on the changes I have made in my attitudes, I find it amusing that this morning as I was motoring to work, I realized I am slipping back into my discontent.

Whenever I find myself chafing with unhappiness, I like to blame it on my job. Let's face it, we spend a good majority of our day working, shouldn't we enjoy it? Yes. But sometimes you don't have the luxery or option of changing your job. Which is precisely where I am right now. Rather than slithering back into cynical complaints, I force myself to think of things that make me happy.

Sushi. Listening to my own music in my office. My morning cup of tea. Starched shirts. Raspberry jam with seeds. Baking cookies for people. My warm slippers.

(Do we see a trend of my happiness revolving around food?)

This is me forcing myself to be cheerful, even if it kills me--via obesity.