The First Day
This is the point in the evening where I would normally rub my full tummy and light my first of many evening smokes.
But I haven't smoked at all today.
It's the first day. It's quitting day.
And if I'm a good girl and go straight to bed after American Idol, I only have 3 hours left until my first day is over.
Some parts have been easier than I thought. Some have been harder.
Driving without smoking is almost unbearable. Sitting here in front of the computer without smoking is worse.
But getting through the day without one has been kind of easy.
I made a point of ruining the last of the cigarettes in my pack last night before bed. This way caving will involve me getting off my ass and driving to the store.
Not.going.to.happen. Once I'm home, I'm home. Light my house on fire, and I'll still sit on my tired ass until the flames lick my heels.
The only fear I have at this point is whether or not I will substitute food for smoking. My original plan was to lose all my weight (I have about 20 to 25 pounds left to lose), keep it off for six months, and THEN start the quitting process.
I still have no idea why I bumped it up. Must be the universe pushing me into alignment.
At any rate, the first day is almost over. I can't say I "miss" the cigarettes, but I do miss smoking.
In other news:
I'm going to pirate party on Saturday. My costume arrived in the mail today. It's too fucking short, and too fucking tight. I'm sure The Husband will tell me it's perfect.
But I haven't smoked at all today.
It's the first day. It's quitting day.
And if I'm a good girl and go straight to bed after American Idol, I only have 3 hours left until my first day is over.
Some parts have been easier than I thought. Some have been harder.
Driving without smoking is almost unbearable. Sitting here in front of the computer without smoking is worse.
But getting through the day without one has been kind of easy.
I made a point of ruining the last of the cigarettes in my pack last night before bed. This way caving will involve me getting off my ass and driving to the store.
Not.going.to.happen. Once I'm home, I'm home. Light my house on fire, and I'll still sit on my tired ass until the flames lick my heels.
The only fear I have at this point is whether or not I will substitute food for smoking. My original plan was to lose all my weight (I have about 20 to 25 pounds left to lose), keep it off for six months, and THEN start the quitting process.
I still have no idea why I bumped it up. Must be the universe pushing me into alignment.
At any rate, the first day is almost over. I can't say I "miss" the cigarettes, but I do miss smoking.
In other news:
I'm going to pirate party on Saturday. My costume arrived in the mail today. It's too fucking short, and too fucking tight. I'm sure The Husband will tell me it's perfect.
And now for your moment of Zen.
posted by Robin at 4:14 PM
3 Comments:
Congrats, and you will look hot, as usual.
Can you find a new "vice" to play with when you drive? LOL, ok that's not intended to sound as it does, but perhaps a stress ball? A rubber band?
Your garden gnome is cute!
M~
Millions of people have succeeded at quitting. And imagine how many of them don't have half the fire you have. If they can do it, you can. Congratulations!
~S :)
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