So, I've tried to stop smoking in the past, but it never really worked. My last attempt involved a 700 mile offshore sailing passage, and I figured If I just headed offshore without any smokes on board, I'd just quit because I'd have to... There aren't any convenience stores in the gulf stream that we could pull over into so I could buy a ten dollar pack of reds. Anyway, That didn't really work so well as I made a mad dash for a ten dollar pack of reds in Bermuda only seconds before pulling away from the fuel dock so...you know how that goes.
Well this time seems to be a different. It's been three weeks without a cigg and while the cravings still come on like a freight train, the days keep piling up. The bike riding and the pound of oreos per day are helping and so is some pretty regular acupuncture. My man Matt is hooking me up with the needles that seem to help me release all the stuff that drove me to drink, smoke, do drugs, and engage in all kinds of curiously enticing, self-destructive behavior. The thing that has me shaking my head is the better I feel as I detox from the constant smoke in my lungs that usually started around 7 am, the more I want to smoke. But the cool thing is I don't have to smoke even if I really, really, really want to.
5/19/11
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