PD has taken it upon himself to aid me in the frightful task of smoking cessation (mine). He subscribes to the school of thought that the very best way for me to quit is to allot me a certain number of the cursed things cigarettes each day, tapering off until I’m smoke-free. This week he’s kindly counted out 15 cigarettes each day and sends me out in the world with that much ammunition. Next week he’ll arm me with 14 per day and so on and so on.
I hesitate to even post this information due to the fact that you wonderful people have heard so many different versions of this song and dance routine that I’m sure you’re thinking, “Yeah, right. Here we go again…” Yeah, well, you’re gonna hear it- and if and when I fail again, you can say “I told you so” but you can say it to yourself because if you say it to me I’ll cry. And then I’ll try again and you’ll have to read about it again. And so on.
I have to confess that I’m not exactly buying this method one hundred per cent. And I’ve been honest with PD about it. The times that I’ve tried this method before, what happens is this: by the time you get down to say, 5 cigarettes per day, those five cigarettes become the most important thing in the world and that’s all you can think about. I feel like I wrote this before and if I did, I apologize. But that’s what I’m expecting. In the mean time, I’m working on getting more exercise and drinking voluminous amounts of water. (Not entirely sure if I’m using voluminous correctly, I looked it up [honest I did, it’s somewhere between volcano and vomit in the dictionary] and I’m still not sure. Anyway, I’m drinking gallons of water. And trying to occupy my mind with prayer/song lyrics/plots to murder people who stress me into lighting up.
So. I guess the plan is that 14 weeks from now I’ll be smoking one cigarette per day. That ought to be quite an entertaining time to read here.
And as a side note fodder for your added entertainment in the coming weeks maybe I’ll chronicle my weight each week. Just for fun. Officially, today my weight is 123 lbs. I actually lost two pounds since last week, not sure what to attribute that to… And to wrap this up, I would like to discourage any off-site wagering as to what the figure may be at Christmas time. That would be funny, I know, but mean. 😉
And just because this page needs some color, here’s a recent sunset behind our house that I like. A lot.