Knocking the Fags on the Head – Pt 4
The date is the 18th of March. Tomorrow morning I get to put on my final nicotine patch. So, Tuesday morning I will be flying solo. I did it. I quit smoking.
Quite odd really, when I began this on January 15th, I was determined to succeed, but also sure that I wouldn’t. How’s that for self esteem, eh? I think that, cunningly, quitting has coincided with either a bout of hay fever or with something else, so my breathing hasn’t improved and, if anything, I’m sleeping even worse than before. However, I’m going to make a doctor’s appointment to see if there are any problems. I can do this now because i don’t have to feel guilty when the question “Do you smoke?” comes up.
Stage 2 is to join the gym and to get some of that energy and general fitness I keep hearing about. I think I’ll kick off a new series on that one, so you can all follow me while I struggle to lift weights and the like. :toot:
Looking at it, I know I have done the right thing by quitting now. Nanny Blair would have forced the issue in a few months anyway, but I know that I wouldn’t quit just because him and his Scottish banker say so. Incidentally, and off topic, because of the aggressive building schedule him and Two Jags have started, Kent is no longer the “Garden of England”. Way to go govingment!! Anyway, come the summer I would have likely ramped up my smoking just to show the government that they can’t regulate every area of my life no matter how much the thought gives them all wet dreams. Rant over.
So yeah, I have quit and, while I miss it when I am especially tired, I can’t see me going back to it. I did it and, if that’s what you want, so can you. Pick a method and stick at it, just remember my tips:
So yeah, I’m off them now. The only way this series will get another update is if I take up smoking again. And that’s not going to happen.