Update
I think today will close out my first smoke free month.
It is about three weeks of being nicotine free,
after smoking for 28 years.
Yesterday I took the train up to Boston. I realized that every time I had ever taken the train before, I lit up when the ride was done. (I wanted to smoke.) When I got there I walked a familiar route for about 30 minutes at a fast pace. I really appreciated being able to breathe easier and I thought about how my newly improved circulation was delivering oxygen more efficiently and keeping my extremities warm. (I wanted to smoke.) I took care of some bank business that required unraveling a mess, figuring out rules and laying the ground work for accessing union annuity money. (I wanted to smoke.) The walk back to the train station seemed pretty quick as it had warmed up and it was down hill. During my short wait for the train I grabbed some food and people watched. Having been a regular commuter I am in the know about which train to get on before it's actually announced. That means I get choice seating. I talked to a couple of women on the way home about 7,000 Home Depot employees getting the ax and about people jumping in front of the train in order to kill themselves. That will
definitely make your train late. I didn't ask the women how far along they were and they didn't ask me either. Once the train got me back (I wanted to smoke.) I jumped into my cold truck and rushed home.
That's like 4 minor cravings in the course of a very important day. Each time I underwent a craving I was effectively reprogramming my brain telling it that when this event happens you no longer get a nicotine fix. Move on.
I am going to get my grubby little fingers on some money and I promise not to piss it away on audio gear. I think I may take 5 bucks a day and stuff it into a jar as a representation of what the girl and I save. I'm looking forward to 2 more months going by. The weather will be warmer.
