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Ok. Woke up at 8:00am. It took one hour to have every environmental variable twisted and re-interpreted into the phrase: You picked the wrong time to stop smoking. At 9:06am, I rolled a cigarette and smoked it.
Even the Habitrol (like Nicroderm patches) manual...I would read happy phrases like "Congratulations! Now that you've decided to quit smoking, you should pick a date within the next 2 - 3 weeks as your offical quit date." Key word is within. What my mind said: 2 - 3 weeks from now; I obviously did this wrong; I didn't prep enough; I'm not ready!; Oh fuck, where's my cigs?
I also have friends showing up the next two weekends, which equals drinking. Probably not a good idea to stop until after they're gone. Wife's addendum to this: well, if you buck up like a REAL MAN, and deal with it, and...
I stopped listening after that; smoke got in my eyes, which kinda hurt.
posted @ Sunday, June 22, 2008 1:26 AM