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The dawn of a new era

Nah. Nothing that dramatic.
Same ol' me will be doing the same ol' shit.
Unless Monday is considered a 'new era'.
Nevertheless, there will be one or two improvements around here.

For one:

Drumroll please, coz:


TODAY IS THE DAY I QUIT SMOKING.

Yup. Rip off the gas mask and take huge whiff of me as you hum to Kool & the Gang's "she's fresh she's so fresh..."

My fingers WILL twitch, I WILL develop a nervous jerk in withdrawal, but I WILL resist.


To the 'quit somking' industry: if you think you're getting a penny off me with your pills, patches, sprays, gums etc, etc...you can pucker up coz you'll be meeting my ass. There's only 1 drug i need, and thats Determination.

The reason I'm really driven to quit is i can see how its affecting my health. I used to be so active. I was an athlete. Ok i was 10 and won the potato sack race, but still, I was an athlete dammit. And now i can't even bend over to pick up something i dropped without feeling out of breath and hurting like i dislocated my pelvis.

So I'll rejoin the gym tonight.
And throw out the rest of the ice-cream.

I guess this IS a new era afterall.

Comments

Anonymous said…
well done... hope that u stick to ur plan, n quit for good..
1/23/2006 10:04 AM
Anonymous said…
I really hope u stick it out mean will man a hell lot! n well done...hmmm a smoke free u! that a new era indeed!
1/23/2006 10:10 AM
Lyn said…
yeah, I'll stick it out. Right now i feel terrible, but i guess its the price you pay...
1/23/2006 10:44 AM
Bent Fabric said…
LOL! Good luck! One day at a time.

I'm trying to quit chewing gum. I go through a bazillion packs a day. For the past half hour I've been tearing the apt. apart in search of a stick. It's so pathetic.
1/24/2006 5:02 PM
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