Yes, it's that time when I roll up my sleeves, get a grip on myself and quit smoking. Again.
I'm becoming something of a veteran at this. I started as a 15 year old, stopped in my later teens, restarted in my early twenties, quit in my mid twenties, started again in my late twenties, quit in my early thirties, started again a year or so ago and now I'm back to quitting. Again.
Of course, this time I haven't had a run-up. I had my last cigarette on Thursday and kinda decided then not to buy more. Normally, I quit on a saturday or sunday morning, having deliberately used the previous night to prepare a mind-shattering hangover, thus destroying any desire to smoke for a couple of days afterwards. If it's a really really big hangover, it'll get me through the legendary third-day barrier.
No such preparation this time. I started unhungover and unready. And now I'm going mildly nuts.
But I figure if I blog this, then I've got no excuse. If I cave, the post will be used against me.
Heh. Cessation by blog. I like it.
posted @ Tuesday, September 14, 2010 10:39 AM