I’ve been dreading today. Unfortunately, I timed it perfectly with my last pack of smokes to run out today. The next few weeks will find me easily annoyed and irritable. Subcontractors beware. I will not be in a good mood. The little things I usually take in stride will all now be major issues that will cause me to raise my voice.
Two weeks. I’ve quit before and it’s always two weeks. That’s the hump. Two weeks. After that, my body starts to accept the fact that nicotine is no longer necessary. The edginess that has plagued me subsides, life becomes normal again.
I’m looking forward to getting my lungs back in order. I’ve been on again for nearly two years. I’m really looking forward to quitting this time. I want to start windsurfing again. It’s been over 10 years. I miss it. I haven’t been in good shape for over 10 years. I want to revisit that again. I miss not having the lungs to be extreme.
This marks the first “new years” resolution I’ve made. Ever.
I wonder how long it will take my wife and kids to figure out I quit!
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