Jan 03, 2006 07:23
I have had an interesting revelation.
The first day I managed to not smoke at all... grinding my teeth and wanting one from time to time but not caving. Yes, I'm wearing patches but they're nothing close to the dosage level I'm used to. Yesterday morning, I caved.
But not for very long! I took three drags and put the nasty tasting thing out and down and away. How in the world could I have not tasted how bad they were for 30 years? To get the taste out of my mouth, I reached for my coffee.... bleah! It was almost as bad as the cigarette. I'm not going to try and quit coffee at this time... but I'll be drinking a lot less of it if it continues to taste that nasty.
On the other hand, tea (hot, thank you very much) is still as delicious as always.
I also ambushed my body this morning by working out while I was having coffee. I had the worst of the exercises finished before I was fully awake. It's kind of hot in the house now... and I'm more awake than anyone who got up at 4 has a right to be. Of course, I got up because my dreams involved my mother forcing me to smoke or trying to. Who would want to go back to sleep?