The Fits

Sounds like a band name. Hunh.

Well, I'm half-way past Day One. I'm half-way through my bottle of water (how the hell is it not going down quicker?!) and I'm half-way to bat shit crazy. But it's okay. Like the tattoo on my forearm : This, too, shall pass.

But holy cow, Batman.

Mitch is up. Apparently he dreamt that I had started smoking again. Which I think is funny cause I only quit last night. Vote of confidence much, Mitch's Subconscious??? I can already see he's edgy. Fun times. At least my dog is still and always the epitome of calmess. I'll cuddle with him when I have a fit.

I had one point this afternoon where my hands started shaking. So I started making my blog prettier to keep me busy. Then my Mom called.

First thing I heard when I answered was her inhaling her own cigarette. And my knuckles went white as my eyes darted across my coffee table, instantly searching for my trusty pack of DuMaurier's. And then reality hit 2 seconds later. Oh yeah. Ok. I can do this.

So onwards and upwards. Time to start looking into the yoga classes next door. Ain't NO WAY I'm gaining that weight back.

Bottle of lemon water, my new Pack

So in the attempt to NOT put on the 30 pounds I had last time I quit, I'm going to try carrying around my trusty 32 oz water bottle with a little bit of lemon in it. (Thanks to Miss Delisle for the hint.) Supposedly the lemon will help cut the muccus (ewww) in my throat as well as numerous other benefits I'm too edgy to write down.

I let Mitch hide my smokes last night (yes, I actually have some left, but have no idea where he put them). I'm kinda happy about it because I skipped the whole "I'm throwing out my smokes" ceremony, but at the same time, they are still inside my walls, haunting me. So I'll get him to throw them out. In front of me.

Mitch quit, too, but he's still in bed. I can't sleep. Too edgy. Can't eat, too edgy. Time stamp : 12 hours 57 minutes.

Punch in. Day One. (Ugh)

The sole purpose of this page is because not 15 minutes ago I made my boyfriend swear he wouldn't tell anyone about our little promise. And now I have to tell someone. So I'll tell the emptiness of this space.

WE'RE QUITTING SMOKING.

How ridiculous a little thing to keep secret, but this is why: I quit everything, even quitting. My longest success period was just over 1 year. And then I caved and believed myself by saying 'Just one'. That was 3 years ago.

I started smoking when I was 13 years old, so that's nearly 17 years (minus one). 16 years. And yeah, I had started because I wanted to be cool. And it was. And now my entire apartment stinks like my grandparents house.

I'm also a singer, so the Duh Factor there is pretty big.

I'm also an asthmatic. Yeah. There's that Duh Factor again.

So basically this is where I'll allow myself to spill my guts about the Quit (among other things). If ever ANYONE at all decides to read this, feel free to ask me questions. It entertains me and, well let's face it, I'll be a ball of energy for the next few days, so keep me entertained.

Smoke free : 11 hours, 6 minutes