Hell Week-Day 2
I did it. I’m a quitter. Yesterday I quit smoking. As Twain said, “quitting smoking is easy, I’ve done it thousand times” no true words have every been uttered. I’ve been holed up in my room for the past 48 hours, playing…of all things…the Sims. I keep reminding myself why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because since I started smoking, 13 years ago, I’ve spent 26,867 dollars on ciggs. I’m quitting because I’m not going to pay for state funded health insurance for children…heartless yes, sorry no. The increase in the federal sales tax on cigs is part of President Oboma’s economic stimulus plan. Socialism any one? I’m doing this because it stinks, I need money, when I do decide to start dating again I wont be limiting myself to only 20 % of the male population, and most importantly I’m quitting because one out of every two smokers will die of a smoking related illness. I have shit luck and I don’t like those odds.
These past two days have been crap. I feel, edgy and it’s hard to concentrate. Bijiggity even. I feel like I have nervous energy and I desperately desperately want to go smoke …right now. But I’m not…I’m blogging and I’m thinking about how I’ll feel when hell week is over. Directions, directions, I’m following the directions from the American cancer society on how to quit smoking. I am remaining calm. I have a quit buddy…(I love you Kate) I have crunchy snacks and cinnamon flavored gum. In the past 48 hours I have consumed 3lbs of grapes, 4 apples, a half ..who am I kidding…a whole pan of brownies, a box of weight watchers cookies, a whole head of broccoli, about 4 banana’s….ahh lets just say that I’m all out of my quit smoking provisions and thank god I joined a gym. I have made my mind up that I’m a quitting smoking, will not start again, and anyone who knows me at all knows this, once I’ve made my mind up to do something …I do it. And it’s hell getting me to change it, I’m a pretty stubborn bitch.