The disaster I prophesied weeks ago never really came to pass. I'm not in the horrible bit of a quit at all. I'm having horrible moments, of course - that goes with the territory - but not the really scary stuff I was expecting that has happened in other quits. Oh well. Every quit is different. I should be grateful.
Perhaps it's because I'm eating like a pig. I've put on 6lbs since I quit.
I still think about smoking all the time, and I still think of excuses to smoke. If I can lose a stone by Xmas, I can smoke! If I go to the dentist and get my teeth sorted, I can smoke! If I live through 'til Xmas, I can smoke! If this mouth ulcer doesn't go away I can smoke!
I shall soon have saved 600 quid. I'm at 591 at the moment. I would spend it on something big, but I continually trickle it out (finally got around to ordering the Bat for Lashes and the two Arcade Fire albums, and also ordered The Flipside Of Dominick Hide/Another Flip For Dominick double DVD), so I've probably spent a couple of hundred of that 600 quid since I quit. Even with the book/DVD/CD outgoings, though, there is still enough of the "savings" left over for an Epiphone SG copy. Or a Pentax K100D. Hmmm.
I'm sure I will buy more "cultural" stuff. But I really must stop buying books. I've got over 300 of the damned things to read as it is. But, unfortunately, there is always Postscript books and their abominable bargain books!
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