One week, three hours, twenty two minutes ago I gave up smoking. I refuse to touch another ciggy. Never again will the sweet smooth smoke, slide down my throat and fill my lungs. It's been fun, but now it's time for us both to move on. I'll be spending the next week getting rid of that horrible smell of stale smoke from my favourite recliner (who would have thought none smokers were right about the smell. Go figure.), and my ex best friend. Sweet Mayfair lights will be moving out. Fair thee well lads.
Why is it the fun things in life kill you. Cigs, cake, pie, chocolate, beer are all killers in there own right, so why are they all so good? The bitch of it is, that Because my taste buds are kicking back in, three of this dirty five are being much enjoyed. A little too much. So now it's time to get on the wii fit board and burn some pie. Run fat boy run!
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Mmmm, pie. I was fortunate to never acquire a penchant for the cig and I grew up in an extended family of heavy drinkers which gave me a bit of an aversion to (but unfortunately not a dislike of) drinking. The other three are definitely on the list of things that will kill me someday. (Especially a good chocolate rum cake...drool)
Congratulations on the decision to quit and good luck.
Thanks Rusty. Still fighting the good fight. It only really bugs me now just after a meal. My sense of smell and taste has returned to normal. I feel the air in my lungs and I love it.
My family were also heavy drinkers and smokers. I went down the “if you can't beat em, join em route!".
Not one of my smartest moments.
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