SockTart

When one does something as drastic as dropping a pack-a-day smoking habit, things are obviously going to happen. Chances are that you’ll overeat. Or go through withdrawal symptoms. Or take it out on your spouse. The shit is constantly hitting the fan because it’s floating all over the place. For the first while, life is an awful lot like a toilet.

I’m not going to go through the gory details. Suffice it to say, anytime you attempt to give up an addiction that’s a fundamental part of your lifestyle, you’re going to have difficulties.

I missed work today for three reasons: Tummy cramps; lack of sleep; and depression. The tummy cramps could be for many reasons, one of which is the actual absorbtion (sp?) of nutrients. God only knows…I sure as hell don’t. Lack of sleep? The damned patch is coming off before bed tonight, no matter what Nicoderm’s propaganda says. Depression? Well, it’s normal. If nothing else, I can look back at feeling “blue” and a little anxious, and say “wow…for once I’m actually NORMAL at something!” Uh…even when that “normal” is about being absolutely bonkers.

At 9:36pm tonight I had a revelation. I had gone for over 15 minutes without thinking about smoking. I had been watching TV (yes, just watching TV…not dividing my attention between knitting and TV or whatever), and had gotten caught up enough in what was happening to forget.

Score!

Now to start getting the rest of my new lifestyle on track.